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Would you like a table near the gas leak? |
Last night, we went out to our favorite Mexican restaurant to celebrate hubby's birthday. All day, we were dreaming of margaritas and crab enchiladas. Our reservation was for 6:30. We left our car with the valet and went inside. Our conversation with the spacey gal in charge went something like this: "Hi, we have a reservation." "Uh-huh." "We'd like a booth." "Oh, okay." "So... can we be seated?" "Ummmm." At this point, she walked away. Hubby and I exchanged our classic "what the eff is wrong with that chick?" look. There was a weird vibe in the casa. And a lot of empty tables. A minute later, she returned. "Yeah, so, we have no gas." "You're kidding." "We have a gas leak or something." "No way." "Yeah, so, we can't cook any food." "Wonderful.""But you're welcome to have drinks, salad and dessert." "What's in the salad?" "Lettuce.""But it's my husband' s birthday." "Aw." "We didn't come here for a plate of lettuce." "Uh-huh." "So, adios." By 6:35, we were back in our car. By 7:00, we were home, eating delicious Mexican take-out and drinking hubby's kick-ass margaritas. By 7:30, I was good and schnockered. Sometimes, it's just better to improvise.
Donde esta la gas leak?
ReplyDeleteRight near the biblioteca.
ReplyDeleteHappy BELATED Birthday to your hubby. Glad you had a backup plan that did not involve GAS.
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