Dinner in the Hills

Last spring, we took a family trip and to do so, we passed though a heavily wooded and mountainous state. (which shall be nameless) At Olive Garden the first night, we had to wait at least 15-20 minutes for a table and when we finally got to one, my Dad says, “Where do all these people come from? I haven’t seen any houses.” “They come out of the hills after dark.” I said and then Dad said, “You'd better not say that too loud...these people probably have guns...big, big guns.” We were joking of course...but thankfully, I didn’t see any guns.

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