Adventures in Roswell

I can't help but laugh at the "culture" we are experiencing living in Roswell, NM. It's refreshing and scary, at the same time.

For instance, I was feeling lazy last night so we decided to go out to dinner. We stopped at a restaurant where, upon arrival, we were instructed by the hostess to seat ourselves. Okay, that's fine. When we found our table, I excused myself to use the restroom. There were 3 stalls, the first of which didn't have any toilet paper and the other two didn't have locks on the doors. Luckily I was the only person there, so I quickly used the stall that had at least half it's lock. And then...the toilet wouldn't flush. Yuck. There was toilet paper all over the floor and I was terrified to touch the handle of the door to get out of the bathroom. Disgusting. After informing the hostess about the condition of the restroom, I returned to my table. We sat for another 10 minutes before a server came over for the first time and apologized for the wait and then said he would be right back. So, after a horrible bathroom experience and waiting for over 15 minutes just to get water, we left. And the saddest part of this (part of the) story is that this restaurant is one of the most frequented by Roswellians.

With stomachs still grumbling, we moved on to our second choice of restaurants for the evening, a BBQ joint that promised delectable pulled pork and ribs. We knew something was wrong when we pulled into the parking lot and, on a Saturday night, there wasn't a single car in there. It was closed. Grrrr. We were running out of options and it was getting late.

So, we decided to be "adventurous" and try a fast food restaurant neither one of us had ever been to. Not my favorite choice of food, but it was filling, quick, and cheep. But, this is the crowning moment from the entire event: This poster hung right next to the cash register- Priceless. It's almost like they knew their food was disgusting and they were prepared for the consequences. Only in Roswell.

And then there was this. As I was getting ready for church this morning, Kevin called me to the living room. He was peeking out our sliding glass door at our neighbor who's backyard meets ours. Here is what I saw:

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Check out the BB gun. Dat dare lil' ole' man is gunna git dim vermin and git er dun! Seriously?!