Ghost stories.

This past week-end, Corb and I, wholesome parents that we are, took the kids to see "Paranormal Activity." It capped off an entire evening of thrills and chills, as we actually dared to venture back into Friendly's for the first time since the infamous "Silva" incident. Brrrr.

Sure enough, guess who was there. I had been placing bets weeks ago that our friend "Silva," the hapless waitress with all the waitressing abilities of a broken Rock-em Sock-em robot, would have either been quit or been fired. Nope, she was still there.

And sure enough, guess who was assigned to be our waitress.

Talk about horror stories. It was too scary a thought for me, so I timidly approached the hostess before we actually sat at our table. "Ummm, do you mind putting us at another table?"

She seemed to know where I was going with this. "Do you want another waitress?" she asked.

"If you don't mind."

All through the meal, I kept glancing over to see where Silva was. Whether she was coming after us with a steak knife or something. However, she was too busy annoying other customers. Thank God.

Anyway, it was actually a pretty entertaining movie in a cinema verite kind of way, although brave old Corb, hardy soul that he was, couldn't speak for about an hour after the movie, afterward.

He was too scared. Which I think is pretty funny, considering that he's always made fun of my morbid fear of "The Exorcist."

I think it hit too close to him, though, because it got him thinking about our old apartment. And, the old man, who has been making himself known, as we've been cleaning the place out.

I don't think he's happy that we're leaving.

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