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Today is Gus' 17th birthday and the plan was to have breakfast out together with he and Jake.
When we finally got out of the house at around one, I suggested lunch. Usually there is a place we go that serves in between stuff, but Gus felt like having a "grown up" lunch which in our case meant waiting 40 minutes for appetizers and salad and then the entree came ten seconds later.
Now I know Gus does not like me to make a stink, so I didn't but because he had gone out on a limb and ate outside of his usual burgers and fries motif, I was really disappointed about the experience and felt compelled to tell someone.
That is until I heard the chef tell a waitress he was going to smash a hot plate into her face, that's when I kind of felt that perhaps is was just a bad day in adult world and time to go outside and play.