When we last visited Famous Louise's, the Liar's Table was occupied with a group of old folks, three couples to be exact. These people looked to be somewhat older than my parents, but not so old that they cannot get out-and-about (late 60s and early 70s I guess). The waitress came and took their order. During the ordering process, many old-folk jokes were made. (Jokes that centered around who was the oldest, who had been married the longest, etc.)
Nathaniel and I smiled and snickered at them several times (their jokes were quite funny) - mainly because there was not many other people in the restaurant, so we did not have much else with which to look and listen. By this point, we were enjoying our coffee, and still waiting on our food. (Have I yet mentioned how slow the service is there? The food is good, but you are famished by the time you get it!)
Anyway, when we left the restaurant, we started talking about my dad and how he goes to eat at the same restaurant - with the same people (his golf buddies) - every Saturday morning (except this time of year - hunting ranks higher than golf). We wondered if there was a "Liar's Table" in that diner, and if they sat at it. Did they have to order or do the waitresses know what they want? Do they talk and tell cheesy old people jokes?
Last week, I remembered to ask him about it.
Monday, November 24, 2008
LIAR'S TABLE - Part 2
When we last visited Famous Louise's, the Liar's Table was occupied with a group of old folks, three couples to be exact. These people looked to be somewhat older than my parents, but not so old that they cannot get out-and-about (late 60s and early 70s I guess). The waitress came and took their order. During the ordering process, many old-folk jokes were made. (Jokes that centered around who was the oldest, who had been married the longest, etc.)
Nathaniel and I smiled and snickered at them several times (their jokes were quite funny) - mainly because there was not many other people in the restaurant, so we did not have much else with which to look and listen. By this point, we were enjoying our coffee, and still waiting on our food. (Have I yet mentioned how slow the service is there? The food is good, but you are famished by the time you get it!)
Anyway, when we left the restaurant, we started talking about my dad and how he goes to eat at the same restaurant - with the same people (his golf buddies) - every Saturday morning (except this time of year - hunting ranks higher than golf). We wondered if there was a "Liar's Table" in that diner, and if they sat at it. Did they have to order or do the waitresses know what they want? Do they talk and tell cheesy old people jokes?
Last week, I remembered to ask him about it.
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Do you remember those old brown/gold plaid pants that Father used to wear? He got them at good will or some kind of junk shop for a couple of dollars. I did not like those pants, they were polyester, by the way. Wash and wear. He wore stiff dark blue uniform pants and shirts at the store but when he retired, the polyester pants came. And he wore them EVERYWHERE! Summer or winter (cold weather brought on long johns, though). He wore that down vest all winter too. Do you remember these things?
ReplyDeletethat IS how i remember him... wearing those plaid pants pulled up way past his belly button with an off white shirt (probably off white because of iron rich water...), and a short, fat neck-tie. such an old man.
ReplyDeleteI reckon Father had a long zipper on those pants.
ReplyDeleteBTW, Member's Only = Goodrich. First thing I thought of.
Too bad I'm not a member.
I have more than one picture of Father in those pants! In one picture, his shirt is not off white, but a subtle plaid of its own! Two contrasting plaids. That is a confident man.
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