What I want to do when I grow up

I’ve decided what I want to do when I grow up.
I want to be one of those senior citizens that goes touring about the country in a big tour bus full of other senior citizens, and then descends on an unsuspecting restaurant in the middle of the dinner rush.
Then I will take my camera and take pictures of the horrified expression on the faces of the people manning the front desk as the tour bus disgorges dozens of invading seniors. I’ll take these pictures and assemble them in an online photo gallery to share with other senior groups. They could even send in their submissions and I could post a “Best Horrified Expression” of the month or something fun like that. And then I’ll select one for Best Expression of the Year. Maybe even award a prize for it.
Yesterday this very thing happened as I was pulling up to California Dreaming around 6ish. I don’t know if there was any picture taking though. Not only was there the invading horde of seniors, there were also very formally dressed up teens on prom dates spilling out of assorted limousines. I suppose should have known better than to go there during the dinner rush, but my wife and her friends wanted to go there. Naturally we ended up going elsewhere.