T's Blog Point Zero Zero Seven
So...
Here I am waiting in line at the local Leagues Club Bistro...
I know....
The local Leagues Club on a Wednesday night!!!
In downtown freakin Griffith NSW!!!
I am setting all the trends...
And startin to put the places to be, on the map!
However...
Back to the line at the bistro...
As I stare at the menu on the chalkboard above the daily roast specials, I decide on a bit of chook (I know you're dissappointed- you probably wanted me to go the Roast Special with Gravy - never normally a fan to be quite honest) with some herb crusting, corn on the cob and vege's or salad... my choice!
That took me all of about three minutes.
To be fair, I have not yet decided on vege's or salad, but figured I'd leave a little bit of excitement for later when I approach the counter, place my order, and before the lovely lady hands me my little metal rod with plastic number perched on top, I have that moment of silence, just after she's asked me did I want chips and salad or vege's with that?????
I'd have the moment!
That moment of extremeness!
Ummmm!!!
Decide Tanya decide!!!
Anyway, I'm side tracking.
Besides vege's or salad, I had read the menu and decided what I wanted in all of about three minutes.
So I took two more further steps towards the register, to take a spot behind behind two people I affectionately called Fred and Doris.
A lovely old crooked couple.
Barely standing, but with their little wrinkly hands and hunched shoulders, see through hair, yet impeccable dress sense, I fell in love with them.
They were so cute.
Out on the town for their weekly meal at the Leagues Club!
I figured I'd see them having a punt on the dogs shortly after dinner.
Hahehhi The cuteness of the elderly!
Fred's pants were a little too high and Doris's handbag wasn't really my style, but nevertheless...
Another couple of minutes passed... and still no movement in the line that consists of Fred, Doris and then I...
tick tick tick...
tick tock...
tick friggin tick tick tock....
OooooooooKKKkkkkk.....
Seriously, we are talking about at least 7-8 minutes!
And I'm being generous!
I actually think it was longer cause there was that breif period where you stare at something, but gaze straight through it, pondering something that you said today, or something you need to follow up tomorrow, and then, pop, all of a sudden you're back in real time.
Well, I'm not taking that gaze time into account here.
So I reckon I started the clock after that.
No movement in the line of three and I haven't even seen them reach for Doris's handbag and count out the change they have collected all week!
Movement!!!
Fred's hand reaches for what I thought was Doris's handbag...
Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
He reaches high and points to an item on the chalkboard. He has a question about the menu??!!??!! Now??? After 8minutes he has a question???!!?!
For the sake of Ralph Malph people... how long can it possibly take to order two daily roast specials!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cause you know that's what you're going to end up with. That's what you get every week cause that's all your dentures are capable of muching for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's officially killing me!
I am stuck behind the worlds slowest old couple... and because of their age it would be really horrible of me to push in front of them...
or...
push them over...
It's a pretty quiet town... maybe nobody would notice...
Stop it Tanya!
I compose myself (on the outside - yet inside I am fuming like the Coyote does when the Road Runner speeds by - yet again unharmed - with a beepbeep... infuriating!!!!!)
By the time I finish my glass of sauv blanc that I was hoping to see me through my meal,
there was movement!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fred and Doris were now shuffling off towards a table with their very own metal rod and plastic number.
Ahhhhh!!!
As I took my two steps in to the counter I thought geeperz.... imagine how long it's gonna take them to eat their meals??!!??! Then fell in love with them again thinking about their granny pants (I bit wrong I know - but true) and denture issues.
Ahhhhh!!!
That will be me one day and I hope I take twice as long as they did - cause you can just do that kinda shit when you're old - just to mess with peoples heads.
Clever old folk :)
I ordered salad with my chook.
Here I am waiting in line at the local Leagues Club Bistro...
I know....
The local Leagues Club on a Wednesday night!!!
In downtown freakin Griffith NSW!!!
I am setting all the trends...
And startin to put the places to be, on the map!
However...
Back to the line at the bistro...
As I stare at the menu on the chalkboard above the daily roast specials, I decide on a bit of chook (I know you're dissappointed- you probably wanted me to go the Roast Special with Gravy - never normally a fan to be quite honest) with some herb crusting, corn on the cob and vege's or salad... my choice!
That took me all of about three minutes.
To be fair, I have not yet decided on vege's or salad, but figured I'd leave a little bit of excitement for later when I approach the counter, place my order, and before the lovely lady hands me my little metal rod with plastic number perched on top, I have that moment of silence, just after she's asked me did I want chips and salad or vege's with that?????
I'd have the moment!
That moment of extremeness!
Ummmm!!!
Decide Tanya decide!!!
Anyway, I'm side tracking.
Besides vege's or salad, I had read the menu and decided what I wanted in all of about three minutes.
So I took two more further steps towards the register, to take a spot behind behind two people I affectionately called Fred and Doris.
A lovely old crooked couple.
Barely standing, but with their little wrinkly hands and hunched shoulders, see through hair, yet impeccable dress sense, I fell in love with them.
They were so cute.
Out on the town for their weekly meal at the Leagues Club!
I figured I'd see them having a punt on the dogs shortly after dinner.
Hahehhi The cuteness of the elderly!
Fred's pants were a little too high and Doris's handbag wasn't really my style, but nevertheless...
Another couple of minutes passed... and still no movement in the line that consists of Fred, Doris and then I...
tick tick tick...
tick tock...
tick friggin tick tick tock....
OooooooooKKKkkkkk.....
Seriously, we are talking about at least 7-8 minutes!
And I'm being generous!
I actually think it was longer cause there was that breif period where you stare at something, but gaze straight through it, pondering something that you said today, or something you need to follow up tomorrow, and then, pop, all of a sudden you're back in real time.
Well, I'm not taking that gaze time into account here.
So I reckon I started the clock after that.
No movement in the line of three and I haven't even seen them reach for Doris's handbag and count out the change they have collected all week!
Movement!!!
Fred's hand reaches for what I thought was Doris's handbag...
Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
He reaches high and points to an item on the chalkboard. He has a question about the menu??!!??!! Now??? After 8minutes he has a question???!!?!
For the sake of Ralph Malph people... how long can it possibly take to order two daily roast specials!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cause you know that's what you're going to end up with. That's what you get every week cause that's all your dentures are capable of muching for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's officially killing me!
I am stuck behind the worlds slowest old couple... and because of their age it would be really horrible of me to push in front of them...
or...
push them over...
It's a pretty quiet town... maybe nobody would notice...
Stop it Tanya!
I compose myself (on the outside - yet inside I am fuming like the Coyote does when the Road Runner speeds by - yet again unharmed - with a beepbeep... infuriating!!!!!)
By the time I finish my glass of sauv blanc that I was hoping to see me through my meal,
there was movement!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fred and Doris were now shuffling off towards a table with their very own metal rod and plastic number.
Ahhhhh!!!
As I took my two steps in to the counter I thought geeperz.... imagine how long it's gonna take them to eat their meals??!!??! Then fell in love with them again thinking about their granny pants (I bit wrong I know - but true) and denture issues.
Ahhhhh!!!
That will be me one day and I hope I take twice as long as they did - cause you can just do that kinda shit when you're old - just to mess with peoples heads.
Clever old folk :)
I ordered salad with my chook.
YAY, you finally understand oldies, you will look after MAAAAAAAAAAa & PAAAAAAAAAAAAAa xxxxxxx
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