We went out to
a restaurant by the lake, a day early, to celebrate our anniversary. The lunch crowd had just left
and it looked like we had the place to ourselves. Just the way we like it. But...
after we ordered our meal and were settling in to eat it.... there was suddenly
a whole lot of banging coming from the kitchen. Maybe remodeling or perhaps something else? Whatever
it was... it startled us. Then... there was a loud whirring sound,
nearly on top of us... made by folks vacuuming the dining area. So much noise,
that at times you couldn't hear yourself think. At first it was funny, and just a tad bit annoying. We thought they'd go away. However, they were persistent. They were doing such a thorough job
cleaning the tables and floor, practically in our face... that it got ridiculous. I was going to invite them home, to work
on our place... But suddenly a fly on the wall appeared. Apparently it wanted to hone in on our conversation as we dined.We weren't
in the mood for a Ménage A Trois (though a glass of wine would have helped)... so I asked for a fly swatter to squash the fly,
so we could eat in peace. Instead I got a chuckle from our waitress. Probably
a faux pas on my part, asking for the swatter, do you think? Dead flies don't make good meal companions, I
should have known. But neither do live ones flying around. Then... we quietly asked ourselves, why are we spending so much money for this meal out... when
the intimacy of our window seat, is being ruined by the intrusion of a couple
of seemingly nice ladies, just trying to do their jobs. Seems to us they could
have been a tad bit more respectful of our rented space, until we finished the
meal. Or perhaps it was our fault because we should have told them, upfront... it was a special occasion. (What do
you think?) I will say the prime rib there was delicious... and the lemon berry cake for dessert, didn't disappoint. It was
scrumptious... every single bite, though not made on site.
So with another meal
under our belt, we added another year to our marriage calendar. But... it wasn't
the intimate dinner we had hoped for.
