The final dinner of birthday month

Last night we went out for an early dinner, arriving at Grillsmith at 5pm.

We gave our name at the podium, and requested outside seating. The hostess said "let me just get the name of the couple behind you, and then I'll seat you."

Hostess: Name?
Female: Hurry.
Hostess: That's your name?
Female: Yes. And we're in a hurry.
Hostess: Seating preference?
Female:  Booth. Inside, of course. (Now raising voice ...) It's 93 degrees outside and we're certainly not going to sit out in that heat. And please hurry.

Peter and I merely looked at each other.

I wanted to say to her: Honey, yes, it's 93 outside. But there's no humidity and there's a breeze and the entire outside area is canopied, so... it's really not hot.  And it's only April. You want hot???? Wait till June, July, August and September.

But I kept my mouth shut. Proceeded to the table and ordered a margarita to get the party started.

Ha!