Our Naughty Romp at the Love Nest
Hi! This is RR. I'm hoping to catch a couple of comments here.
The title is not totally fabricated. In fact it's the truth. The Love Nest is actually that romantic table stuck in the corner at The Huddle House. It's a half a booth. Two people get the bench seat and you have a lovely view as you look across the table - the parking lot. And there was a love romp ... sorta. I realized My Sweetie was trapped in her seat so I pushed my lips out in an exaggerated pucker and pecked her several times while making sloppy kiss noises. She tried to fight me off but no frying pans were available and I persisted. We noted that it was a wonderful romantic situation due to the "Love Seat". I Love my Sweetie. She is so fun to Love and kiss on!!!
The whole town was out of power - one of those ice storms we are famous for - and we lucked out by getting any table at all in one of the only food places in town with electricity. There were all sorts of people standing in there waiting for service. In the two hours we were there lots of people came and went. Most were leaving when they realized there was only one waitress and one cook. God Bless her she was trying but the cook was cooking one order at a time, as opposed to totaling all the orders and doing it all at once.
We happily took our seat and got a high chair for D. K was at school. We realized from the start it was going to be a long time getting food so we enjoyed the people watching - mostly angry people leaving after a long wait. But what the heck would you expect going into a packed place ran by two people? We were heckling one guy who pulled right up front and parked illegally, almost totally blocking another patrons car. We thought "What a selfish ass!" Even though he had a cane he still didn't have a handicap sticker. It also wasn't the handicap parking. He thought he was important enough to make his own spot and block someone in. Well, Karma kicked in pretty quick on this guy. He hit a wet spot on the floor and his feet went out from under him, busting his ass. A couple of good samaritans ran to scoop him up. We thought "Law Suit" until we noticed the "Wet Floor" sign. One table was unusable because a drip was coming from the ceiling into a pan sitting on the booth seat. We don't know why some couple didn't take that table and just use the dry side. But the splashing drip was making it to the floor, thus the Piso Mojado sign!
The funniest thing was the "Hick" family. While we sat we had been watching people and making comments - lots of funny stuff going on. This one family was a hoot. They looked right out of some stupid movie about sterotyped rednecks . We were just waiting for the banjo music. They all had terrible teeth. The guy had the traditional mullet haircut and the gal had long stringy hair - the burned out hippie look. The kids were filthy and had dirt or food or something around their mouths. The whole bunch looked like the people in one of those "Feed the Hungry" drives. They always show the filthy kids with flies buzzing around.
The Queen and I were saying that it was those types who gave southerners a bad name. All the usual stereotypical identifiers - all that was missing was a straw cap and a weed hanging out of the guy's mouth. Missing shoes would have helped, maybe a pair of filthy denim overalls. We couldn't hear them talk but were most certain they had "The Drawl".
When we finished our food and left we checked the tags on the car of the redneck family to confirm our suspicion and you know what? They were from a state on one of the Great Lakes! So we learned something about stereotyping. If we could have checked their manners we would have known for sure. Friendly with good manners always goes with the southern stereotypes.
Anyway, we turned the bad weather and a bad situation into some fun family bonding. We always extract the good out of any bad situation - makes life more enjoyable. My Sweetie is always a good influence on me in that respect. Civilizing me is a tough job but she does great!
Love,
rr
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