My wife and I were invited to a dinner. For me it wasn’t a typical dinner. Nope, this dinner was high class, swanky, and an expensive one for sure…thank God we didn’t have to pay for it.
I’m a steak and potatoes, pasta and cheap wine lover. Give me a greasy spoon diner, fast food and I’m happy. My clothes are designed by Wal-Mart, Old Navy and Bass Pro. But I wore the nice shirt and tie and trimmed my beard so as not to embarrass my wife. The dinner was thrown by her mega rich ex boss.
The ballroom was huge. You could play football in it. An orchestra provided us with Mozart, Beethoven, and some other guy.
We sat at a table that was decorated with cloth napkins, and expensive silverware. I know it was expensive…I know silver. I told my wife. “I’m thinking of putting a fork in my pocket. And look at these nice, silver, salt and pepper shakers. These are really expensive. Maybe I‘ll grab a set of these to.”
“Don’t embarrass me she says.”
“Whata you mean? Now that your retired also, we’ll need the money. I can sell them on Ebay.”
An assortment of appetizers was on the table. There was broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, escargot, caviar, raw oysters on the half shell and various dipping sauce. My wife reminded me twice not to double dip.
In addition, we each had an exquisite looking bowl with a liquid in it.
I placed my spoon in it to taste and my wife smacks me below the table and softly says.
“Honey. What are you doing? That’s a finger bowl.”
“A what? Its not soup?” I answered.
“No. its water to clean your fingers after you tastes the finger foods.”
“Woops. Sorry I said.”
“Geez. I hope no one saw you do that.” She whispered.
“That’s nothing.” I said.
“Pretty soon you will be embarrassed cause all this cauliflower and broccoli has given me gas.”
I’m a steak and potatoes, pasta and cheap wine lover. Give me a greasy spoon diner, fast food and I’m happy. My clothes are designed by Wal-Mart, Old Navy and Bass Pro. But I wore the nice shirt and tie and trimmed my beard so as not to embarrass my wife. The dinner was thrown by her mega rich ex boss.
The ballroom was huge. You could play football in it. An orchestra provided us with Mozart, Beethoven, and some other guy.
We sat at a table that was decorated with cloth napkins, and expensive silverware. I know it was expensive…I know silver. I told my wife. “I’m thinking of putting a fork in my pocket. And look at these nice, silver, salt and pepper shakers. These are really expensive. Maybe I‘ll grab a set of these to.”
“Don’t embarrass me she says.”
“Whata you mean? Now that your retired also, we’ll need the money. I can sell them on Ebay.”
An assortment of appetizers was on the table. There was broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, escargot, caviar, raw oysters on the half shell and various dipping sauce. My wife reminded me twice not to double dip.
In addition, we each had an exquisite looking bowl with a liquid in it.
I placed my spoon in it to taste and my wife smacks me below the table and softly says.
“Honey. What are you doing? That’s a finger bowl.”
“A what? Its not soup?” I answered.
“No. its water to clean your fingers after you tastes the finger foods.”
“Woops. Sorry I said.”
“Geez. I hope no one saw you do that.” She whispered.
“That’s nothing.” I said.
“Pretty soon you will be embarrassed cause all this cauliflower and broccoli has given me gas.”