Darrell, Karen, and Peter (Jamie's father, mother, and brother respectively) are moving to Dunedin. Their initial efforts to find a house were fruitless, but their luck changed yesterday when they found a place in St. Clair that boasted views of both the city and the sea. It could hardly get any better.
The three of them decided to eat out in celebration, understandably. Choosing Cobb & Co. (New Zealand's version of The Black Eyed Pea or Chilis or Ruby Tuesday or Amarillo Grill or any theme-oriented, family-friendly, mass produced franchise restaurant) was more a result of Peter's insatiable desire for cheese-laden meat food than a desire to find a nice meal. While perusing the menu, the waitress approached the table and rattled off a few specials, most of which fell into the cheesy meat, or meaty pasta.
"And the fish of the day is blue cod," she chipper, youthful tone.
"Blue cod," Karen thought, biting her tongue, "how . . . special."
The waitress began to walk away, but suddenly spun on her heel as if she'd forgotten to tell them something, which she had. She reached over Darrell's shoulder and pointed to the menu in his hand. "Oh, and the senior's menu on page three. It's there for people 55 and over, so you might want to think about that."
Darrell was ropable. With each shade of red his face darkened, Karen laughed harder.
"What the hell did she say to me? Senior's menu?!" Darrell whispered loudly.
"Look," Karen offered, wiping the tears from her face, "most of the items come with a straw!"
They hooted and howled, forgetting for a moment the move, their quest for a house, even their surroundings. It was good to laugh again.
No comments:
Post a Comment