No, I'm not talking about peanut allergies. It got icy when we were out of
town so rather than drive to a not chain restaurant we went to Colton's
Steak House just down the road from our hotel. This is one of those places
where they serve up a bucket of hot roasted peanuts (yum!) and everyone
(other than me, that is) tosses the shells on the floor. This is a
dangerous practice, folks.
We were being shown to our table when I slipped on an errant peanut shell
and went down on the nicely polished wooden floor, *hard*. I strained a
muscle in my thigh attempting to not fall. (Yes, I was very embarrassed; no
I wasn't even wearing high heels.) Let us just say it didn't feel good. Of
course everyone was over there asking and exclaiming, "Are you okay?" Well,
no, I wasn't okay. Please send the manager to my table.
I asked the manager to take an incident report just in case this relates to
some sort of problem which requires medical treatment later. (Liability
insurance.) I really only limped around for a day so. Apparently I'm okay
but you never know. I ordered the grilled Mahi Mahi with vegetables. John
got the French dip sandwich. We made sure as we left I didn't slip on
another peanut shell.
Jill