On the way to Niagara Falls will my ten year old Kyra, we had one very long day of travel. At noon we pulled off and I chose a Bob Evans restaurant - kind of a family restaurant, admittedly filled with grey heads. But it worked and we were off again.
In the middle of the afternoon we stopped at a rest stop in PA. As we parked a tour bus was unloading a hoard of elder on a trip to wherever, so I hustled Kyra into the bathroom knowing the line would quickly get long. When we emerged there were dozens of elderly women waiting to get into the bathroom. A small victory.
We got to Niagara Falls at 7, got our hotel, and went to find food. I chose a Swiss Chalet, which is a roasted chicken version of Smitties.
Suddenly Kyra's eyes got big and in a voice two octives higher than her
usual, and with undisguised concern, "Mimi! Those old people are
following us around!"
It was the best line of the trip.