Just got back from eating out with my parents. I don't understand eating out. If I want to eat, doesn't matter where I am. Had a pizza, which was spicy at least. Haven't had anything really hot for a while. There was a table behind us full of children yelling and crying and screaming. I hate that. Worse, Mum decided that it'd be nice to have coffee there. Pizza, I don't understand because we can get it at home where the decor isn't quite as tacky. Coffee, I understand less because, well, I have a jar of instant at home. It's there. The jar whole jar costed about twice as much as one coffee at the pizza place. Granted, it was nice, but the waitress had a moustache.