TABLE TIMESPosted: June 14, 2012
Shopping is not my idea of time well spent. But consumers have needs and dinner is a necessity.
No one wants to go hungry. So we stock our cupboards and fill the fridge and defrost the freezer.
All in the interest of a good meal for family, friends and fullness.
Writing about friends, I have a good one up in the Big Apple. But she has, I mean, had NO table.
So I guess she and her partner and his kid ate standing up for ever. When I dropped buy we’d usually binge and skip out to a diner where there were many tables from which we could choose. Bill tended to wait for us and I paid him off under the bar. (This is “TMI”—but I happen to know bill spends his free time in a gorge.)
Once home in Virginia I bake a green ham and head out to the maul to find a classy dressing. Passing by a furniture shop I eye a large piece of oak in the window, perched upon a yummy looking stand. “A FRICKIN TABLE FOR MY FAULTY FRIEND” I whisper to myself, swallowing hard.
PLUS..it is on SAIL. So I charge it on my VISTA card—get the miles, order it shipped up to her –and just might tell her it costed more than I paid.
Call it a “finders’fee”…