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There was quite a crowd at the usual Saturday evening dinner table yesterday.  Alan, Gloria, Tom, Mom, DD, Tracey, Ben and I all gathered around one of the big round tables at the Cracked Barrel in Morton.  We got another of those waitresses in training I so love to cuss about.  I ordered a house salad along with my meal and when she delivered it there was a soup spoon on the plate.  I didn’t say anything to the girl but sincerely wondered how I got a soup spoon with a salad plate?  I didn’t say anything though because it was harmless ... more utensils are better than not enough?  We all joked about the salad spoon though.  That was a first.  Ben, Tom and Gloria separated from us when we went to Mom’s trailer to yak for a couple hours.