Alison and I sat down at Maynard's, up in Rogers, all ready for a delicious meal. I sat facing the south, but Alison asked if we could switch sides. Being the gentleman that I am, I of course didn't care. So, we switched.
I looked past Alison, and saw a guy who looked familiar. He looked like a guy who would have tons of lame jokes. But, I couldn't quite place him. I looked next to him and his wife was sitting with him. His wife's eyes met mine and that's when my recognition bell went off. Crups!! I hope she doesn't recognize me.
Alas, she did. She started waving the napkin towards me and yelling, "Brent! Brent! Order the combo burger Brent!!" It was very reminiscent of when I was 15 and she was yelling at my baseball team while waving an oversized, novelty blanket, during a tournament, "Wayzata! Wayzata! Get in the shade Wayzata!"
I hope someone who gets this actually still reads my craptacular blog...
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5 comments:
i get it...holy crap that sucks
is that the same lady who would set up camp and watch August HS football practices?
Yes...yes it was...hilarious!
Good Stuff!
I knew who it was before you even said the get out of the sun part!
-Kevin
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