Passing the open air restaurant around the corner from here. A stout woman in her 60s, plump-cheeked, healthy, good-natured, talking to the teenage hostess at her sidewalk desk. Behind the stout woman is a line of strollers and baby carriages pushed by men and women in their 30s. Couple of the carriages have two babies. The stout woman asks the hostess, "Do you serve drinks here?"
Hostess: Oh yes!
Woman: Drinks. Real drinks. Beer, wine, cocktails?
Hostess: We sure do! We have a bar! (As if this is one of the few restaurants in town that has one of those exotic features.)
Woman: So we can get drinks?
Hostess: Oh no problem!
One of the dads pushing a carriage: I'm good with that!
One of the moms pushing a double-stroller: Maybe we should skip the chowder and right for the Margaritas!
A pair of elderly preppie women passing by stop, turn, and stare. Looks of shock and disapproval on their faces.
First preppie woman: Does she have two babies in that stroller?
Second preppie woman: You know, I believe she does!
First preppie woman (shaking her head. Now she's seen everything): Amazing. (They start walking away.) Just amazing.