Say What?

My husband, Shane, was a groomsman in a wedding this weekend in Florida.  So we thought this would be a good excuse for a weekend get away for the 2 of us.  We talked my parents into keeping the girls (which took a little begging considering every time they have kept them when we've gone out of town, one of them has gotten sick!) and we got to spend some time by ourselves. 

We flew out of Indy Friday morning and into Jacksonville.  When we got to Jacksonville airport we picked up our rental car, and headed down I-95 towards St. Augustine Beach.  On our way into St. Augustine, we were getting a little hungry, so we stopped at the first restaurant we came to, which just so happened to be Red Lobster. 

Mind you, Red Lobster had just opened, it was only 11AM, but we had been up since 4 AM and had eaten breakfast at 530 so we were ready for some lunch. 
We walked in and were seated in a corner booth immediately.  As we sat there talking, a group of people from what looked like an assisted living home were being seated behind us.  There were about 10 of them all together and they were accompanied by nurses or employees of the home.  There were a few walking with canes and a couple being pushed in wheel chairs, but there was one woman in particular that was in a big black wheel chair.  I'm not sure what exactly was wrong with her, some kind of palsy it looked like because she constantly shook. 
Shane and I didn't think anything of it really, I mean hell, we worked at Grays forever, we saw old people all the time. 
Then the waitress walked over to take their drink order.  They went around the table, giving their orders of mostly sweet tea, water, or coke.  But, when they came to this little lady in the black wheel chair, she belted out "Bud Light Draft." 
I about choked on my food.  I looked at Shane and said "Did she just order a Bud Light on Draft."  He was like "That's what I thought she said?" 
And then as if it couldn't get better....
The waitress brought out her 16 oz. Bud Light Draft and she stuck a straw in her mug and started drinking it.  I assume this is because she couldn't hold the glass without spilling it because of all the shaking. 
This struck me so funny.  I mean, should she really be drinking a beer if she can't even hold it?  And, is that appropriate for the employees of the assisted living home to take their tennants out for alcohol?