What did your father say?

We’re on a search for new registers for the heating ducts in the great room floor.  They’re are very old, worn and ugly.  And they’re an odd size at 14″ x 2″.  We can can find 12″ x 2″, 14″ x 4″ but not 14″ x 2″.  As a consolation Steve thought we should have Chinese food for a late lunch.  Well….ok, I guess that’s ok.

Have you ever watched Andrew Zimmerman’s show about bizarre foods?  It’s called Bizarre Foods.  A couple of weeks ago Andrew was eating guinea pig on a stick.  We have a pet guinea pig.  We’re quite attached to Munchkin.  We call her Munchy for short.(I didn’t make that up.) Ironic isn’t it?  Our pig is Munchy and Andrew eats them.

So, we’re in the restaurant, going through the buffet line, and I hear Steve talking.  Taylor’s between us, I’m five feet from him and although I can hear him, I can’t understand what he’s saying.  All of a sudden a large woman in a pink shirt snaps her head up, develops a horrified look on her face then storms away from the buffet.  Good Lord, now what’s Steve said?  “Taylor, what did your father say?  I think he made that woman mad.”

As Steve is using tongs to pick up terriyaki chicken on a stick he’s saying, “One guinea pig.  Two guinea pigs.  Three guinea pigs…”  I don’t care how put off that woman was, THAT’S FUNNY!  I tried hard not to laugh.  Really I did but I didn’t do very well.  It’s a good thing we were there between regular lunch and supper so it wasn’t busy.  We quietly laughed about this half way through lunch.  We finally gained a minor form of respectability and started a decent conversation.  Steve picked up guinea pig on a stick number three, took a bite and I softly said, “wheet! wheet! wheet!”  Any false impressions of respectability we might have given anyone were gone.  We’re so bad.  It’s no wonder we were given our check immediately after this. It is a wonder we weren’t asked to leave.  I don’t think we’ll go back there soon.