How to Promote Your Business

There we were, enjoying our all-you-can-eat buffet breakfast. Well, except for Mike. He found a hair in his eggs. So gross. Luckily, Madan quickly shifted everyone's focus.

Dad, are you done yet? Oh, no. It was 9:30am. Madan was getting impatient. I knew what was coming.

Are you done yet because I think we need to leave. I have to go to the...

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! [I tried to head him off at the pass. The restaurant was filled with people in town for the Pocono 500. And, Madan had no concept of "indoor voice."]

...BATHROOM!

AAACK! Okay, okay, Madan. We get it. Please stop. [But, I knew the announcement was far from over.]

I REALLY, REALLY need to go...

OKAY! OKAY! OKAY! STOP! STOP! STOP! [I was failing. His volume was increasing.]

POO POOOOOOOOOOO! [I had failed.]

I smacked myself in the head. Crowded restaurant. Close tables. I started doing my Nancy Kerrigan, "Why me? Why? Why? WHY?" impression.

Mike was still eating his breakfast. Ignoring, not only the hair he had found, but his son's impending business. Kaila remained fixated on Madan, amused.

Does Madan have to go now?

Great. Now I had two going. Mike was still throwing back toast and coffee.

Hey Madan, why don't you go table to table and tell everyone what you need to do? I'm not sure the entire restaurant knows yet and I'm sure they'd be very interested.

I was seriously hoping he'd take me up on my idea. Mike picked up his fork and picked up the pace.

Really? Hmmm...

Mike threw his napkin down, his hand shot went up. CHECK PLEASE!