Recently, My husband and I pulled up to a local Chick-fil-a, kids waiting for lunch in the back of the van. Now, my husband has one very weird problem. He sometimes uses a high pitched squeal when ordering from drive through speakers.This time the chick on the other end of the speaker forgot to address him as “'Mam”.
And it makes me laugh.
Now, she didn’t call him “sir” either, but I keep the observation to myself.
We pull up. Respectable. Reasonable.
She looks him dead in the eye and says in a really loud voice
“WE ARE JUST WAITING ON YOUR NUGGETS, SIR”
Now that comment is just too much.
So many jokes I want to crack.
Loud, inappropriate jokes.
My husband won’t look at me. He knows what I'm brewing. I start nose laughing.
He's still avoiding me. I'm surprised at his self control. Because he probably already knows what jokes I'm telling.
In my head.
And they are good ones.
This past Father’s day, I let my daughter pick out her dad's father day gift all by herself. She found a T-Shirt with a squirrel on it. She insisted on it. I did try to steer her in other directions. His face was precious when he opened it.
So only my comment, after we were clear of the hard working chicken girl, was, "Well, your nuggets are big."