If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife

So, this morning, we were tossed out of the house asked to please vacate our dwelling for a 9 a.m. viewing.  Y’all know what this meant, right?


Governor’s for breakfast.

And coffee.

How much did we need coffee?  We nearly left the house without unlocking the screen door in front of the door where the Secret Realtor Key Cache is located.  That would have been fun, in its way, but we wouldn’t have been home to see it.

In any case, much in need of caffeine, we motored out to Governors, got the cups on the table, ordered, and were waiting for our meal to arrive when an. . .angry looking man strode into the restaurant from the back door, trailing behind him by a considerable distance was one worried looking early teen boy.  The boy caught up with the man at the front of the restaurant (where the hostess station is located), then came back down the aisle, went out the back door, and shortly returned, shaking his head.

PRO TIP:  If you are in a reasonably full restaurant in a small city in a nation bedeviled by random shootings in public places, DO NOT do the following:

Charge into the middle of the restaurant and shout angrily at the top of your voice “CHRISTIAN!”

Do not then compound your error by WHISTLING, and yelling “CHRISTIAN!” again.

Three of the waitresses lost five years apiece.  It’s to their credit that no one actually dropped anything.

The angry man then shoved his way down the aisle, past two old fellas who had come up onto their back feet to see what the hell was going on here, past the hostess, who was trying to offer help, charged out the back door, reappeared fourteen seconds (subjective time) later, tore back to the auxiliary dining room, screamed “CHRISTIAN!” again (in, perhaps, a spirit of democracy; why, after all, should the front dining room have All The Fun?), stormed down the front stairs, out into the parking lot, where he was joined by the first boy.  They got into a big, black SUV and roared away.

“Maybe,” Steve suggested into the absolute silence in the dining room, “he was being so quiet, they left him in Connecticut.”

People laughed, and settled back to their breakfasts.  When our waitress brought our meal, her hands were still shaking.

For the record, my Greek omelet was very good, but I probably shouldn’t have had that third cup of High Test.

Today’s blog title is brought to you by Jimmy Soul:  If you want to be happy

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Progress on Dragon in Exile:  GOOD/Author satisfied

A star went out in the firmament.



6 thoughts on “If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife”

  1. Sharon, we must be related…that would’ve been my first reaction too. Poor waitstaff. Nummy snippet.

  2. “Borg!” “Narn!” “Parsnips!” Not that I would have had the presence of mind until 20 min later.

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