Last night I dreamt that Mom owned a big old house that was running as a restaraunt. It was Victorian in style with a big front porch, some stained glass windows, high ceilings and assorted tables in different rooms for dining. She had a call from a nearby church who wanted to reserve the whole place for their ladies group and Mom accepted, though they had more members than she had tables.
She started cooking..some kind of chicken dinner..when the ladies started to arrive. They were dressed similar to Aunt Bea from the Andy Griffith Show, with cute little hats. I started to seat them and hand out their menus, when one of the ladies complains that she doesn't want to sit at that particular table, but wants to sit with some friends at another table, but there were no extra chairs. When I explained that all the seats were taken, but that she was welcome to visit at the other table until the food arrived, she became angry and tore the menu in half.
I went into the kitchen and Mom said they'd have to do without the appetizers, cause she was in the middle of the main course and couldn't go back. I went out into the dining area and saw the lady who tore the menu sitting at another table while another guest stood by. This lady had already complained to Mom about the appetizers and fixed herself a salad while she was in the kitchen.
I went back to the kitchen to ask Mom about this lady, and picked up some glasses of tea to serve. I promptly went back to that lady and dumped a glass of iced tea on her head, then walked off. She was angry, but kept sitting there as she had no ride since she came with the group. The other ladies were laughing and having a good time. The kitchen was small and hot, but the food was a hit with the rest of the group, and they said they would be back. I was glad to see the group go.