I knew one of these days I'd be busted for it. It hadn't happened since I was terribly young while at my Grandparents house, circa 1986 probably, where I was always told, 'elbows off the table'. Once I grew up I figured it was okay to let it slip at times. Especially on vacation! Who was going to tell me what to do on vacation, especially CAST Members! Well…there was one.

 

While I forget her name, she worked at the 50's Prime Time Diner. Awesome restaurant. The theming is amazing, and I highly recommend it.

 

The servers, however, are constantly in character of a mom or dad from the 1950's. And if you get busted for putting your elbows on your table, you might get a warning at first, but after that, they're out to ridicule you . They'll make you clear away dishes or stand at a wall holding a piece of paper up with your nose and/or forehead. Although, I'm sure if you put up enough of a fight, the Cast Members can't "FORCE" you to do this…its just part of their act remember, and they're all sweet people just playing a role!

 

Well, knowing this all beforehand, my elbows weren't going to go anywhere near the table. No way. You ain't busting me.

 

However…after our meal…which consisted of some great home-made food like chicken pot pie and roast beef, without thinking, my elbows were on the table. When I realized it, I took them off, and was relieved that my server wasn't in sight.

 

Or so I thought.

 

"Nice try, birthday boy," I hear from a distance as my eyes shot up to see the server peering over at me, dagers in her eyes, from the kitchen. I was busted – but I didn't get punished for it.

 

No…instead she knew it was my birthday thanks to the big pin I was wearing…and I had to stand up while the rest of the dining room sang to me….punishment in itself!