There is a restaurant chain that has several dining halls here in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, whose name, Souper Salad, implies a good (super) soup and salad bar combo.
They offer other food items like potatoes, some sort of Mexican stuff (not tasty enough to make anything you want to call a taco) and some pasta dishes.
They also serve various breads (which I haven’t tasted, but I understand are quite tasty).
However, tonight we went there for dinner and found ourselves very disappointed.
We were upset because they had no high chair for Abby.
They used to have 4 or so high chairs, tonight?
Two.
They were both being used by other kids.
They also ran out of straws before we got there.

This was a perfect opportunity for a last straw joke, but because Abby pretty much requires a straw if she’s not to bathe in the libations, we were not joking.
In fact Jessica seriously suggested we ask for our money back.
This is not a bad idea except I was willing to do whatever was needed to get things to where I could just eat.
When I’m hungry I’ll endure all sorts of oddities as long as I get to eat.
Food is pretty much food when I’m in ‘consume’ mode.
I’m not too picky so as the weird Mexican stuff would be sufficient if I had to eat it.
As long as the food isn’t something that I’ve never eaten before and the hygiene of the staff and preparation are adequate, I’ll shovel it into my face.

Jessica, however, had her wits about her and remembered we had a straw in the car (from Starbuck, but you don’t care where it came from).
But, just then, like a souper hero from another planet (Krouton?), a waiter walked by with a straw sticking out of his shirt pocket.
Since straws were now worth more than gold in this scenario we asked him for it, and he kindly obliged.
On top of that we waived some Kroutonite at another table where a young child was sitting in their high chair and they left – leaving us a high chair for Abby.
All was saved and we didn’t even have to go berserk to get what we needed.

A perfect example of God’s mercy on us – even when we’re wacky.

Resting in Him,

Randy “Souperman” Peterman