Stoopid people

For brunch this morning, David, Alexis, and I went to Denny's. I was looking forward to the quiet atmosphere, which is due to the fact that no one is usually there around 1pm. It's just so much easier to have meaningful conversation when you're not trying to talk over the music and voices of the patrons around you.
As we walked thru the door, I was happy to see that there was only one little family already there.
The hostess met us, and grabbing two menus, asked that we follow her to our seats.
She sat us directly across from the only other family in the entire restaurant...as in, we were so close, we could've reached over and snitched their syrup if we ran low.
After sitting in awkward silence for a second, we scooped our menus and silverware up, and moved several booths away.

Maybe we looked like social butterflies, or that we needed some socilization...Or perhaps the hostess thought we were with the other family. Why else would she practically sit us in their laps?

Next time we'll just have to be specific, and instead of only offering our smoking preference, maybe we should also offer our 'people' preference.

"The no-smoking and no people area please"