Embarrassing
Wednesdays I usually eat lunch with my buddy Scruffy. I'm looking forward to the show today. Two Wednesdays ago we watched the sweet little old grandmother at the counter shake her groove thang. She was her normal self last week, but I did get to see Scruffy do the most amazing thing... he changed his lunch order.
I know it doesn't sound like much. But for the past 67 years (at least!) Scruffy has gone into that restaurant and ordered the exact same sandwich. Granny Lady always picks on him about it, and he always claims he'll change it up one day. When he told her he wanted the meatball sub instead of his usual, she stared at him like she'd just seen the sun rise in the north. Then she turned to the boss and said, "Lou, I quit."
The actual consumption of the sandwiches was pretty typical stuff, right up to the point where Scruffy whizzed marinara sauce into his lap. Darkish pants, darker spot, strategic landing zone... I don't have to paint you a picture, do I? Good.No wonder he always orders the same thing. The other sandwiches are far too dangerous.
There's no telling what will go down today. I hope it's not my turn.
posted by jeff.w.mcclung @ 8:15 AM
5 comments
5 Comments:
Oh dear! And you've long since given away your danger pants! You're going to regret that eventually, I'm sure.
I think your blog is worried about it as well. My word today is adoctor
It sounds like perhaps it thinks you're going to need one.
Would you say that last Wednesday was cloudy? That could explain the meatball incident...
Blog word is condwor. I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds dangerous.
Unfortunately, Scruffy had to cancel this week. It happens. No mid-week lunchtime variety show for me!
I'll get over it.
I'm old... but not THAT old.
-Scruffy
Unfortunately; the rest of the story is pretty much spot on.
-Scruffy
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