Busy weekend.
Friday night I went out to the local 3.2 bar/grill with some of the other preschool moms. After the grill closed at 10 p.m., we were ushered downstairs to the bar to continue our conversation. Picture in your head the absolute seediest stereotype of a guy who gets arrested on Cops. This comprised most of the bar's clientele. I kept waiting for one of them to take off his shirt and then have Wright County's finest bust through the back door to haul him away.
Saturday, after the second-hand smoke hangover wore off, the boys and I headed into the cities to spend the day with The Professor, The GG, my brother, his wife, and my two nephews. We went out to lunch at a local Chili's, and to everyone's amazement, The Governor behaved well. Long-time readers will appreciate the shock factor here. I ate in a public space with The Governor. Not in the car in the parking lot, as I was anticipating, but at the table with the rest of the family. No tantrums, no throwing of food, no screaming to get out of the high chair. I was stunned. I wolfed down my meal, unable to believe my good luck. I was sure it was just a matter of time before the hair trigger on his demonic side was sprung. But he made it an entire hour. I bought seven lottery tickets on the way home.
Tonight was Freak League soccer. The Senator had expressed an interest to see a game, so we found a sitter for The Governor (not going to push my luck you know) and dragged The VP along. The Senator thought it was pretty cool, and I sure got a kick out of hearing his little voice yell, "Good job, Mom!" anytime the ball came near me. The VP wore a patient look; I think this is the first game he's been to in about 6 years. And I think tonight he remembered why he doesn't come to more games. They bore him silly. Poor man. Well, he's filled his quota for another half dozen years.
On the way home, we stopped at a Wendy's drive-thru. I would like to make a humble plea to the chefs/marketing nuts who thought that mayonnaise was an acceptable substitution for ketchup or mustard. Stop it. Mayo does NOT belong on a hamburger. No. Absolutely not. There's no scraping it off either. It contaminates everything. Bun, tomato, lettuce, meat...it's all ruined. Ick. I don't care how many people have told you they like it...there is a FAR GREATER silent majority out here who is suffering silently. We don't like to make a stink. We'll just never buy another Classic Double Burger from you again.
Hope you all had a good weekend.
Posted by Cathy at January 18, 2004 09:50 PMMayonaisse, and its perverse bastard offspring Miracle Whip™, is the cause of most, if not all, of society's ills. This degraded, French, substance should be banned.
Posted by: aelfheld at January 19, 2004 09:14 AMIf I go to a fast food burger place I usually go to Wendy's. The mayo doesn't bother me as long as I have ketchup to put on it too. The condiment thing that has always bugged me is ketchup on hot dogs. I’m in good company this bothered Clint too in one of the Dirty Harry flicks.
Did you ever consider asking for no mayo?
Had I known they were going to slather mayo on it, I would have requested a naked burger. I just hadn't been to Wendy's in so long...I forgot about it.
Posted by: Cathy at January 19, 2004 06:38 PM(picture of Oliver Twist standing with bowl in hand): Could I have more mayo please, I like it.
Posted by: bigdocmcd at January 20, 2004 11:44 AMOh, that is one sick image!
Posted by: Cathy at January 20, 2004 12:53 PM