It's Not a Myth

Gee, you look away, have a wedding, a visit with your son and future daughter-in-law, do Christmas with them, then do the 'real' Christmas and New Year's, look back, and it's been three weeks since your last blog post.

So, there was this quaint little restaurant downtown that had soups, salads and sandwiches for lunch every day. They closed last October. Meantime, there is a small place at our regional airport, Woodring, that does okay, but not all that great. Here is the story of the new place.

I thought it was interesting. Jessica's friend from school was visiting for break, so we all went to have lunch. It was a madhouse. The place was packed. There was a long table, which was three square tables pushed together. There were two elderly women at the end, the three of us parked at the middle one, and there were three good ol' boys at the other end. The wait staff was frantic but trying to please everyone. Somehow, they managed to combine our ticket with the three guys at the next table. We all realized it (except the wait staff, which was understandable, given how busy they were). The guys kept making jokes about how we were going to pay for their lunch. We were having a good laugh about it.

But when it came time for the bill, they had to leave, and they took the entire check. They said "We're paying for ya'll," and they did. Which is good ol' boys being really sweet to women. But that's Oklahoma. So I guess there is such a thing as a free lunch.