donovan wrote:Sometimes, most of the time, well, all of the time I feel like one the children of Israel that wandered in the desert for 40 years just waiting for all the old codgers to die so they could go to the promise land.
Between Starbucks and Nike, I don't recognize much of anything. There are 843 coffee shops, places like Starbucks in the city of Portland alone. And they are in third place behind San Francisco and Seattle. They serve Starbucks in every major stadium in Oregon and Washington. Not being a coffee drinker, I know more about the Donut Shops and know every fast food attendant in a three-county area by their first name.
My whole state sold out.
Speaking of Fast Food Attendants......... the mothers and grandmothers of the Youth Sports Leagues, of which my daughter and wife are members, decided to have a Hot Dog, Baked Bean, chip and drink sale at the local Walmart Parking Lot as a Fund Raiser for the various leagues. Without my prior permission, I was ‘volunteered’ to help set up the tents and tables in the parking lot while the mothers and grandmothers would show-up later with the food and conduct the sale, and I was OK with that.
After completing my assignment, which had to be completed by 7:30 a.m. because the Walmart Management wanted to avoid any potential traffic concerns, I returned home hopeful of a nap in the recliner once the gals were gone. But Nooooooo, I was also ‘volunteered’ to keep the grandchildren, again without my permission. And guess what? Once my daughter arrived she announced, “They haven’t eaten.”
I glanced at my wife and her eyes had that look of, “I you say anything except what I expect you to say, I’ll murder you in your sleep.” So, I said, “I’ve got this.” And then daughter and grandmother left.
Shortly afterwards I ask my two grandchildren, “Are you guys hunger?”. “Yeah!!!” Was the gleeful reply. So I loaded them up in the truck and we’re off to Tudors Biscuit World. I pulled into the drive-through and ordered 2 child and 1 adult size scrambled eggs, 2 Jelly and 1 Sausage Biscuit with 2 chocolate milks and 1 French Vanilla Coffee, and then drove around to the pick-up window...... and it was there I first saw Joquetta.
She said to me, “It’ll be just a minute on those eggs and Sausage Biscut, but here’s your 2 Jelly Biscuits and drinks.” as she handed me the drinks and a bag out the window. The kids said they were hungry so I passed the Jelly Biscuits and their drinks to them. My grandson said, “Hey Papaw, there’s no Jelly on my Biscuit.” As my granddaughter said, “There’s none on mine either.” About that time, Joquetta reappeared and handed me the scrambled eggs and Sausage Biscuit. I said, “There’s no Jelly on the kids’ biscuits.” Joquetta just stared at me while pointing to a sign beside the pick-up window that read ‘Condiments by Request Only’. So, I asked, “Do you mean that I have to ask for the Jelly for what your menu says is a Jelly Biscuit?” She just stared at me...... so I asked her for 4 jellies. Still staring at me she handed me 4 of those peal top Jelly packs. I then ask, “Is there sausage on the Sausage Biscuit?” She then turned from the window and hollered, “Hey Shirley, we got a moron at the widow who thinks sausage is a condiment.”