This may be the day after Mother’s Day, but couldn’t resist sharing a sitcom type of Mother’s Day from a couple of years ago. Yesterday, as I was getting ready to attend a buffet with my family, that cockamamie dinner from the recent past came to mind. Here’s what happened.
My daughter, son-in-law, 2 grandkids and I went to a buffet dinner at an up-scale restaurant. We were having a lovely time. As the meal went along a series of random incidents happened to each family member individually. It wasn’t until I played my part in this 21st century version of the commedia dell’arte, we realized that something bizarre yet seriously funny had taken place.
The first scene was with my daughter and grandson. They were going through the buffet line when some food slipped off my daughter’s plate landing on the floor. She maintained a cool unphased demeanor as if nothing had happened and kept moving on. My grandson, 11 yrs. old at the time, was not so unphased. He was mortified. He commented on her uncouth behavior and distanced himself from her.
Scene 2 starred my son-in-law. He approached a little girl he thought was his daughter. She was the same size as K and was wearing a similar sweater. As he was about to put his arm around her, he realized in time to prevent a lawsuit, it was not his daughter.
Scene 3 starred K., 9 yrs.old at the time, She was famous for her eclectic food choices. K returned with French fries, chocolate covered marshmallows and watermelon. That covered the carbohydrate and fruit food groups along with the antioxident filled chocolate. K went back to the buffet for strawberries. You know how difficult strawberries are to bite into. Therefore, it was no surprise when K announced she lost a tooth in one of the berries. Tooth Fairy alert.
The final scene was mine. In fact, it wasn’t until my moment of classiness that we realized the other incidents had occurred during the course of the evening. It was dessert time. My son-in-law and grandson brought a sampling of several finger desserts. I was most interested in the brownies. I took a couple as they were small. After taking a bite, I decided I was too full to eat any more. However, I could not imagine leaving those delicacies. I did what any elegant, sophisticated person would do. Since there were only cloth napkins, I found some unused kleenex. With sleight of hand while avoiding the eagle eyes of the wait staff, I surreptitiously slipped the brownies into my pocket. At that point we all made a hasty exit stage left.