Thank You Little Mexican Dude!

Last night was Mexican night out. Our usual waiter loves to flirt with mom and Mrs. Sandra alike. It makes me roll my eyes as it is so blatant and egregious. “He is just vying for a bigger tip,” I told my mother last night on the drive home. “But he is so cute!” my mother replied gleefully. I noticed that last night Mrs. Sandra tipped him five dollars. Mom gave him three dollars. Hook, line, and sinker folks. “The irony is that Mrs. Sandra probably doesn’t have the money to give,” my father said last night as we gossiped when we were sitting on the couch at medication time.  We Shall not Neglect Martha’s Chariot… Last night, mom, the secretary, was worried about her car and the lack of maintenance. “We both need an oil change,” I told her setting a snowball rolling downhill. Have no doubt that our respective cars will have an oil change by dusk today. I also want to change the transmission fluid in both cars as well.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - November 8, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs