There is one thing I enjoyed in the MC as well as the FD

Peoples expressions. Whether it was travelling in convoy with the Fire Department on Musters, or rolling in with the motorcycle Club, I love the look on the hostesses or waitresses face when they ask how many and you say, 23, 36, or whatever.  At first, there's that look of disbelief, then, when they realize you aren't kidding...the look of shock or panic.  A good group will get the place re-organized quickly, usually involving a manager, the not so good...not so quick.

I have finally realized that this enjoyment has a cost, I have found that even when seated first, and being able to give my order early, 90% of the time I end up being the last table served, sometimes the last person. I've actually sat and waited for my food and have had it arrive as everyone else is finishing...

You know what?


It's worth it!!!