True Story

So today, husband, kids, friends, and I went to local favorite beer/hang-out place after a lovely day at the farmers market. We ordered our usuals scoth ales,josh had a seasonal and a big thing of nachos with fresh garlic on the top. blah blah blah. so, we got our receipts; their was the bill/tab, and then there was a receipt that I hadn't noticed during my previous times there. I glanced down at the bottom of the ticket and noticed the printed, "Yucky Hippies" at the bottom. This of course occured around the time the waitresses were switching shifts, and tables, so they find it helpful discribe which customers have what and leave quick descriptions for their co-workers.

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta