I do my kitchenware shopping at bars

It is amusing how sometimes we can not manage to see what is right in front of us. I know it happens to ME all the time. Even with my new glasses, that allow me to recognize that the world is not actually fuzzy unless in is within an arm’s length of me, I still manage to not find things that are right there in front of me. The likelihood of me seeing it is generally dependent on how much I need to find it. More need, less chance of seeing.

I get enough of a laugh out of myself when I am the one doing it, but somehow it is more amusing when you see other people doing the same. Maybe it is that whole perverse side of human nature that we all share … even if some of us hide it better than others. I lay no claim to be able to hide my perversity though.

Since "they" went and burned down my favorite watering hole, it has been rather a challenge … surviving and all. I have to admit it has been difficult. Fortunately another few miles down the road "they" have another restaurant, and out of mercy (or perhaps good business sense), some of my favorite bartenders are now working at that one.

Life is complete again.

Of course me being the stranded orphan, I can’t easily get there (it is within the range of walking, but walking all day just to get lunch seems inappropriate, even if good training for my newest crazy project). My eternal story inducing friend picked me up the other day and we headed that away for lunch. It was a typical outing: banter, the occasional serious sentence, satisfying food and friendly folk about. But as often happens at these outings a notable moment that made me laugh appeared.

When the food that was going to be eaten had been eaten, there was a bit left over on my friend’s plate, which he wanted to take home. So he asked for a box (and after a little bit of naughty word play) was given one. The bartender (the one we had NOT met before) offered to transfer the food to the box for him but he said he would do it. It’s easy.

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He then put it into the box. Plate and all.

Now I am not suggesting this is proper behavior for bar outings. I would not want to give any impressionable types bad ideas with my anecdotes. Frankly it is wise to do the exact opposite of what I and my friends do to behave "properly". But I have to admit it was kind of funny watching him place the whole plate in the box, with the bartender looking right at him and not noticing. He even left it open for a bit and "our" bartender, as well as the one we just met, talked to us several times right over it without noticing.

Kind of made my day.