Today is Thanksgiving. The big guy and I have achy knees, and a heart filled with love, because we have so much for which to be thankful. In a few hours everyone will arrive, and our small house will be noisy. Everyone will fuss over the babies, and I will special-snuggle each of our grand kids, even those who tower over me.
The food is ample. the bird is plump, and the young ones will inevitably be coaxed to eat something off their plates. "Just one more bite. A vegetable or no dessert."
In years past I have insisted, pleaded, begged, my kids. Then when the grands came along, I sneakily devoured their food so their parents thought THEY ate it.
I have been known to add a bit extra off my plate to Bill's when I can't eat it all.
I don't mind if my honey puts something on my plate to taste, but by golly don't ladle food onto my plate if you don't know me!
Tuesday I was in a buffet line waiting for Asian chicken. A short guy with a thin white ponytail and a big mouth waited stood in front of me. The pan was empty. He asked, "You like this chicken, too?"
"I do."
"Well it's the best in town."
"I know."
That was the extent of our conversation.
There was one crusty chicken chunk left in the pan, so I scooped it out and put it on my plate. When the chef put a new pan of chicken on the buffet, this guy loaded up a ladle and dumped it...
on my plate!
"Hey! Do not put food on my plate. That's yours!"
He looked offended. "I thought you said you liked it."
"I do, but I don't want fifteen chunks. I only wanted three," I said as I scooped the chicken (including that one crunchy piece I really wanted) onto HIS plate. He looked shocked.
Guess he didn't look at MY face.
If you are reading this, know I am thankful for YOU.
The food is ample. the bird is plump, and the young ones will inevitably be coaxed to eat something off their plates. "Just one more bite. A vegetable or no dessert."
In years past I have insisted, pleaded, begged, my kids. Then when the grands came along, I sneakily devoured their food so their parents thought THEY ate it.
I have been known to add a bit extra off my plate to Bill's when I can't eat it all.
I don't mind if my honey puts something on my plate to taste, but by golly don't ladle food onto my plate if you don't know me!
Tuesday I was in a buffet line waiting for Asian chicken. A short guy with a thin white ponytail and a big mouth waited stood in front of me. The pan was empty. He asked, "You like this chicken, too?"
"I do."
"Well it's the best in town."
"I know."
That was the extent of our conversation.
There was one crusty chicken chunk left in the pan, so I scooped it out and put it on my plate. When the chef put a new pan of chicken on the buffet, this guy loaded up a ladle and dumped it...
on my plate!
"Hey! Do not put food on my plate. That's yours!"
He looked offended. "I thought you said you liked it."
"I do, but I don't want fifteen chunks. I only wanted three," I said as I scooped the chicken (including that one crunchy piece I really wanted) onto HIS plate. He looked shocked.
Guess he didn't look at MY face.
If you are reading this, know I am thankful for YOU.
4 comments:
I think the buffet guy was flirting with you.
I hope you had a wonderful time with your family. Happy Thanksgiving, Linda. You're a great writer and a marvelous writing friend.
Never trust a guy with a thin white ponytail!
Oh my! I would have been quite startled if that had happened to me. Sounds like you had a nice Thanksgiving.
Yikes! I've never had anything like that happen in a buffet line. Usually people are too busy piling food on their own plates to bother with mine. (And that's the way I like it.)
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