Occasionally Señora does not feel like preparing dinner. When I hear this I offer to take us out to eat, but sometimes she just feels like staying in. In that scenario we occasionally will get Chinese carryout. This happens a handful of times every year. I cannot say there is a Chinese carryout restaurant close that we are wild about, but Dynasty Chinese Restaurant on Clarkson is acceptable, most of the time. It is small, without seating, doing all its business as delivery or carryout, accepting only cash or checks.
There is another Chinese carryout restaurant close to our house that I liked the food better, but one night, going to pick up our order, I made the mistake of using their restroom. I have not been back.
Every time I have gone to get our food at the store on Clarkson there is an older Caucasian guy working the counter. I do not believe he has any ownership in the business, but he has worked there for all the years I have patronized this restaurant. To me, he resembles a homeless individual, never being dressed nicely, frequently in need of a shave. There is generally an Oriental person in the back cooking, and sometimes one will work the counter. This is just a little different than several others Chinese carryout restaurants in the area which seem to be family operations with the children being the ones speaking English.
The other night when I arrived, there was a young man lounging around behind the counter, apparently doing deliveries, although he barely looked to be of legal driving age.
When I entered the restaurant, I announced to the homeless appearing man, “David, here to pick up an order.”
I then realized I was talking really loud, causing me to apologize, “I’m sorry for yelling, I just felt like I needed to speak up to be heard through the plastic.” They still have shields in front of the counter from COVID times.
That is when our almost pubescent delivery driver piped up, “Oh those are just hanging there to make the Libertards feel better.”
Looking at him I said, “You are much too young to be that conservative and that cynical.”
This caused the delivery child and the homeless man to start talking and laughing amongst themselves.
As I was writing out my check, knowing all along who to make it out to, I asked, “So do I make this out to Duck Dynasty?”
The Homeless One, looking at me, said, “No, Dynasty.”
“Are you sure?” I said, “Sure feels like Duck Dynasty in here to me.”
No comments were forthcoming from the other side of the plastic, and since I already had my food, they could not mess with it.
A large part of me wanted to go ahead and fill out my check as Duck Dynasty, but I can be nice… sometimes.
And so it goes.
Thanks for the laugh! And you’re, right…the kid is too young to be that conservative and cynical.
It’s called training?