You don't say
As I previously disclosed on this page, Jeff's birthday was Friday. But as has not yet been disclosed on these pages, the local Pizza Hut establishment runs a promotion whereby children may eat pizza (or salad!) and drink for free on their birthdays. Hence, the reason why Jeff and I were dining at Pizza Hut for lunch on Friday and the background for what might be considered A Humorous Anecdote.
(For the record, I will freely admit that Jeff falls within the age classification whereby he would, technically, receive a meal and drink at no charge anyway, thus making the birthday promotion an otherwise so-called 'moot' point. Personally, I think that if a child shows up who is both under age 3 and celebrating his natal day, he should not just eat for free, but be paid to consume those pizza-like victuals.)
So, Jeff and I were seated at a table, and I, having pulled my chair over next to his, was facing two booths which were directly opposite our table. In Booth Number One was a couple who appeared to be nearing the older regions of middle age, and a younger man who might have been their offspring. In Booth Number Two were two college age young men who were dressed like hoodlums. (Editor's Note: If you are reading this aloud, be sure to pronounce that correctly; its 'hōōd' ə -ləm'.)
After Jeff and I had eaten for a few minutes, the lady from Booth Number one initiated a conversation, which went something like this:
LADY [in a loud voice]: Is that your son?
ME: Yes, yes he is.
LADY [in a loud voice again]: He’s very cute. You must be proud of him.
JEFF: Gives the lady two thumbs up.
ME: Thank you very much. He is turning three today.
LADY [without hesitation and, yes, in a loud voice]: My son is a tattoo artist.
HOODLUMS: Unsuccessfully obstruct loud laughter from mouths with hands, break into veritable guffaws.
LADY: [still in a loud voice] His name is ________. Have you heard of him?
ME: [What!!?!] No Ma’am, I can’t say that I have.
At this point, the ‘conversation’ was over. The hoodlums left after a few minutes of stifled laughter. The lady, who had finished her meal, played cards with her son. And I hoped that when I am old and senile, I'll still retain enough good sense to inject such whimsicality into those serendipitous moments, and enjoy it. In other words - here's to randomness!
(For the record, I will freely admit that Jeff falls within the age classification whereby he would, technically, receive a meal and drink at no charge anyway, thus making the birthday promotion an otherwise so-called 'moot' point. Personally, I think that if a child shows up who is both under age 3 and celebrating his natal day, he should not just eat for free, but be paid to consume those pizza-like victuals.)
So, Jeff and I were seated at a table, and I, having pulled my chair over next to his, was facing two booths which were directly opposite our table. In Booth Number One was a couple who appeared to be nearing the older regions of middle age, and a younger man who might have been their offspring. In Booth Number Two were two college age young men who were dressed like hoodlums. (Editor's Note: If you are reading this aloud, be sure to pronounce that correctly; its 'hōōd' ə -ləm'.)
After Jeff and I had eaten for a few minutes, the lady from Booth Number one initiated a conversation, which went something like this:
LADY [in a loud voice]: Is that your son?
ME: Yes, yes he is.
LADY [in a loud voice again]: He’s very cute. You must be proud of him.
JEFF: Gives the lady two thumbs up.
ME: Thank you very much. He is turning three today.
LADY [without hesitation and, yes, in a loud voice]: My son is a tattoo artist.
HOODLUMS: Unsuccessfully obstruct loud laughter from mouths with hands, break into veritable guffaws.
LADY: [still in a loud voice] His name is ________. Have you heard of him?
ME: [What!!?!] No Ma’am, I can’t say that I have.
At this point, the ‘conversation’ was over. The hoodlums left after a few minutes of stifled laughter. The lady, who had finished her meal, played cards with her son. And I hoped that when I am old and senile, I'll still retain enough good sense to inject such whimsicality into those serendipitous moments, and enjoy it. In other words - here's to randomness!
posted by brandywine on Sunday, December 17, 2006
5 Comments:
What was random about that? After all, you were talking about sons, right? What would be more natural than to mention her own dear little own after discussing yours? ;)
(Of course, it was a bit tactless of her to brag...)
That is a truly hilarious tale.
I like your idea about tiny tots being paid to consume their "pizza-like victuals."
haha, I can just picture it...
Amen to randomness!
Hopefully when you are old and senile, Jeff will be a tattoo artist. What ELSE will you have to talk about in Pizza Hut?
p.s. was the card-playing son the actual tattooer? How embarrassing would THAT be?
I hope Jeff grows up and gives YOU tattoos. Wouldn't that be funny? And it would be a great piece of info to talk about with complete strangers :-)
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