Really, there’s not much I remember about why I was there or when I was there or even who was with me. I think it was probably a band field trip up to Pennsylvania for a music competition.
But here’s what I do remember, walking into a large open room surrounded by windows and seeing table after table covered in crisp, bleached white tablecloths, each one set with an elaborate place-setting that included multiple forks and spoons.
I’m just a teenage-ish girl away from home with a bunch of other middle schoolers about to eat at a place far nicer than our normal class trip stops at McDonald’s or Wendy’s.
Even now, I’m the kind of girl who eats at restaurants where kids can get their drinks in styrofoam cups with lids and straws.
(Okay, maybe I can get my drink in that…
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