So annoying, the table stalkers. So we were at a crowded brewery on Saturday, and our table of six was actually right by the door. It was probably the closest table to the door, and the hostess stands. So they had to line out the door, and I was so excited. I said to Meg a few times, like, look how great this is, that like this place is booming. Well, occasionally people would hover over our table and perhaps they were thinking we're wrapping up or they were just being rude because they had to stand somewhere to, you know, there was people waiting out in the little vestibule. It's the worst place to sit, right? By the door at a crowded restaurant. But we were camped out there for a while because it was the three of us. It was me, Meg, and her son. And then my two daughters joined us for dinner. And then my brother showed up a little later. So it was almost like we were ordering in shifts, but we were eating and ordering the entire time.