A Grand Slam for our man Stan!

Stan's been having a good time here in Indy. He's joined us for icecream night, stayed up late for Olivia's "stay up night" (you haven't seen bags under the eyes until you've seen paper bags), and joined us for Kids Eat Free night at Denny's.
Stan ordered a Grand Slam and was NOT happy to experience discrimination in that moment. Follow me;

Stan: "I'll have a Grand Slam Jr., please."
Server: "What's with the flat boy?"
Stan (lower lip quivering): "Excuse me?"
Server: "You heard me. No mooching off the free kids night."
Stan: "I beg your full bodied pardon. I will take a Grand Slam Jr., complete with my own order of flat jacks, thank you very much!"

Well! It got quite tense there for a moment as the server stared Stan down. But he wasn't having any of it. He puffed himself up from 5½ inches to 5½ feet in no time flat (oops! No pun intended) and stood his cardboard ground with all the courage of a hundred Stans.

And you know what?
He won.
Got his meal and the respect of everyone present.
Here he is, basking in his paper glory.



Stan, you duh man!