Our exciting life.
Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:40 pm
I got a text message (Enzo doesn't have a cell, so no texts for him) from Enzo's sister, telling us that we should expect something delivered to us between 9 and 10 pm last night (Saturday). Um. Ok. Turns out, she'd placed a grocery order for us from our local grocery (that recently started home delivery service). Really nice of her. So we're unpacking frozen peas and green beans, chicken thighs, bread, burger, bananas, 4 potatoes, bag o onions, THREE packages of fresh broccoli, and other assorted stuff.
Not that we hate broccoli, but we rarely make it. In fact, I can't remember the last time I got any. So, 2 of the 3 ended up on the free table downstairs (one was gone by the time we left the building, the other was gone by the time we got back). But cool.
We went, then, on our weekly outing to the local Big Boy Restaurant where the Duck Lady (aka me) hands out ducks to the local kids. and as always, there were a couple of notable funny stories. At one point, I spotted a couple of state police having their breakfast, I dug around and located a policeman duck. The younger of the two burst out laughing, the older looked at it wryly and decided that it deserved a place of honor in their car. Another waitress (not ours for the day) approached, and admitted that she was trolling for a duck, so I gave her a mini statue of liberty duck that glows in the dark. She was really excited since she's from New York originally. The Duck Lady is indeed magical in her selection of ducks.
Another family, as they were herding their sons out, stopped and encouraged "say thank you for the duck". The younger dutifully said "Thank you duck". We all thought that was charming, Enzo, deciding (as he often does) to be an asshole, ( ), said to the kid "tell her she looks like she's 80". I replied "tell him he looks like Santa". The kid said "he DOES look like Santa". So I won that round.
And, as it turned out some one comped our meal for us. The only problem then was to figure out what 20% of nothing was for the tip. Our server quickly said "A million dollars".
Not that we hate broccoli, but we rarely make it. In fact, I can't remember the last time I got any. So, 2 of the 3 ended up on the free table downstairs (one was gone by the time we left the building, the other was gone by the time we got back). But cool.
We went, then, on our weekly outing to the local Big Boy Restaurant where the Duck Lady (aka me) hands out ducks to the local kids. and as always, there were a couple of notable funny stories. At one point, I spotted a couple of state police having their breakfast, I dug around and located a policeman duck. The younger of the two burst out laughing, the older looked at it wryly and decided that it deserved a place of honor in their car. Another waitress (not ours for the day) approached, and admitted that she was trolling for a duck, so I gave her a mini statue of liberty duck that glows in the dark. She was really excited since she's from New York originally. The Duck Lady is indeed magical in her selection of ducks.
Another family, as they were herding their sons out, stopped and encouraged "say thank you for the duck". The younger dutifully said "Thank you duck". We all thought that was charming, Enzo, deciding (as he often does) to be an asshole, ( ), said to the kid "tell her she looks like she's 80". I replied "tell him he looks like Santa". The kid said "he DOES look like Santa". So I won that round.
And, as it turned out some one comped our meal for us. The only problem then was to figure out what 20% of nothing was for the tip. Our server quickly said "A million dollars".