We walked into a restaurant for lunch today and I insisted (as I always do) on sitting so that I faced the entrance.
“I have to sit facing the door,” I declared to Scotto,
“because, if some drug crazed, ice addict maniac comes through the door
wielding a fudging knife, I want to be able to escape quickly.”
“You would give me a heads up he was coming though?” Scotto
asked, glancing behind him and looking a bit nervous.
“You’d notice me jumping off the balcony,” I replied,
sipping my champagne with a sense of airy nonchalance.
It’s not that we frequent restaurants in dodgy areas with rampant ice addicts much.
I said the same thing in the school staff room last week.
My colleagues just nodded in agreement and continued eating
their ham salads. They get me.
“You’re an overly superstitious person, Pinky,” Scotto scoffed,
and knocked the salt shaker over whilst dramatically gesturing to make his point.
Salt went everywhere.
Salt went everywhere.
“Which shoulder am I supposed to throw this over again?” he queried anxiously.
“Throw it over your left shoulder,” I whispered in a sinister fashion. “The devil is hiding behind your left shoulder.”
“I don’t believe your rubbish,” he said as he tossed the salt, “But there's no harm in playing it safe.”
“What do you believe then?” I challenged.
“Well I do believe that if you’re driving and there’s a crow in the middle of the road and it doesn’t get out of your way, then you have to turn around and go the other way.”
“What if you don’t hit it because you swerve?” I asked.
His brow furrowed, “I think that would be okay.”
Personally, if I ever ran over a crow I’d pull over immediately and call a priest. I’m terrified of bloody crows.
But the point of this post, my friends, is dodgy restaurants.
We went to lunch at a quite posh winery a few weeks ago.
I should have known it was a bit strange when the butter came out in those little foil packets and the bread rolls were enveloped in cling wrap. That's bloody weird.
As we were leaving, Scotto had to use the toilet so I walked through the foyer and stood out the front, twiddling my thumbs and scrutinising the sizeable bill.
I suddenly had the urge to turn around and who should I spy through a random window but Scotto looking very studious whilst performing his ablutions?
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| Not sure what he was grinning about. |
Interesting concept for a water feature, I thought to myself.
“Hello sailor!” I said to his face, framed adorably in the window.
He looked up and grinned sheepishly…
What a lovely greeting for all those tourists arriving on the bus that pulls up out the front…
some random bloke taking a whizz.
Well that’s my blog for the week.
Hope you’re all well and love you all!
Pinky.
