And we're off!

The beginning of my weekend is already starting off eventful. Between trying not to pop off on my coworker who keeps wanting me to rearrange my schedule to take him stuff and TheCount and my lunch date, I'm tired already. Since I'm working in Bmore, TheCount came and met me for lunch. We went looking for a place and decided on a pub. We dilly dallied over the menu and finally ordered. As soon as they sat TheCount's soup in front of him, it happened. I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Whenever I see or hear anything unexpected, I always assume it's a mouse and panic. It never is a mouse...except today it was! In the restaurant, while we were about to say grace. It starts running around and then runs to the back. I see somebody walking back there toward where it ran and I think it's a waiter or something trying to do something about it. Nope! The person didn't even see it. I start hyperventilating and repeating, "I'm not ok, I'm not ok" and then I start tearing up. TheCount is looking at me, like what is your issue. I told him about the mouse and was like we have to go NOW! He went to tell the waiter I saw a mouse so he can cancel our order and then we left. I'm so proud of myself, I didn't scream! The last time I saw a mouse I screamed bloody murder, grabbed my keys, and within the next week I moved. That's how I react! If I had been with my best friend, we would have shut that place down. We both just have that nervous energy so if one panics, the other screams and then we feed off each other. Needless to say we won't be going back there, I think I might just avoid that whole block, lol. Now off to find who I can report this to...