Lighten up already
Last Monday The Wife and I went to the Big City of Houston on a mission sanctioned by the North Pole. A dog breeder from Mexia, Texas was delivering us a fuzzy little package and we were meeting him at the downtown Spaghetti Warehouse.
While The Wife and I sat in the bar sipping red wine and reading the local rag people would come in to get their take out orders. This one cute couple came in to get their order and were sitting next to us waiting patiently, as were we. She was working diligently on some list or calendar or checkbook or something while he sat back on the stool quietly, arms folded across his chest with a sullen look on his face. She was cute anyway.
So the bar tender brings out this couple’s take-out order. She was a frumpy young women trying desperately to be trendy, if you can imagine, and turned out to be quite supercilious as well, which is often the case with such types. I know you all know this person.
As Leo Getz says in Lethal Weapon 48, “You always get [screwed] at the drive-thru.” Take-out obviously holds the same peril and accordingly the cute half of the couple makes a move to check the several bags for accuracy in take-out. The supercilious bartender comes over and says, “You’ll find everthing is there, I put the order together myself,” and then retreats to other very important duties.
Appreciative, yet somewhat dubious, the customer checks for accuracy in take-out anyway. A few minutes later the manager is chewing on the bartender’s ass for not putting an extra loaf of bread in the order.
Bwaaahhhhh!
The bartender had to bring the couple their bread and issue an apology.
I know I shouldn’t take such joy from such silly little things, but I just can’t help it.