Kind of a Drag

Here is the latest entry to the growing list of stories that could "Only Happen to My Wife."

This is not to be confused with the growing list of stories that could "Only Happen to Me."

My wife and daughter decided to go to Roaster's for lunch this afternoon. The chicken there is delicious and to be honest, I've never eaten anything bad at that restaurant.

Of course, at some point, Rachel decides she's had enough to eat and fixates on a table across from where she and mommy are sitting. She gets up to stretch her legs, no doubt to check whether service is satisfactory at the other tables and to expand her role as Goodwill Ambassador to the World.

While Rebecca hastily packs to-go containers, Rachel tries to engage the table of four women in conversation. At some level, I'm sure she wanted them to revel in the wonder that is Rachel.

Tiring of Rachel's wanderlust, Rebecca gets up to grab her. She apologizes to the table for our daughter's rambunctiousness.

It is only then that my wife realizes Rachel has been checking out four drag queens! As my wife returns to her table, thinking "this can only happen to me", the drag queens titter. Or perhaps more accurately, fake titter.