I just got back from lunch with my dad & the step monster (she’s actually becoming quite lovely. I may have to stop calling her that but once you gain a name on here……….) We had lunch as my step brother is in St Paul’s for the day to have some gall stones removed (although, he had his gallbladder removed several years ago so why he’s still getting them, we don’t know). Lucky for me he informed me he was going in for surgery at 630 this morning. Not last night when I first phoned … but this morning. When he got up at our parents house. Like wake up… DING! i should phone Leanne. She’ll be awake.
I say, sure.. I don’t sleep.
I’m not a heartless bitch (kind of not). He WAS going for surgery however, it’s actually not even a day procedure. It’s a half day procedure. He went for surgery at 10am & was done by the time lunch was over. The use a camera to go down your throat.. yada yada yada.. It’s now like Buttah.
The real point is… I went out with the rents. I went to lunch downtown with two people that detest downtown. Do you know what it’s like to sit for an hour & listen to someone complain about parking…. for an hour??? Do you know what it’s like to listen to someone fester on about why the olympics will be a mess? Do you know what it’s like to listen to someone comment how there’s not just too many people but too many weirdos (course, I agree with that last sentiment)
Yup, the rents had some time to kill so asked me to go for lunch. I was actually early and they still beat me, getting to the restaurant half an hour before the set time (they also eat dinner AT five pm). So I join their table & if you’ve ever eaten with them or spent time with them, you’ll know they’re always in a hurry so I decided to decide ahead of time what I want: a quesadilla.
Waitress comes by for the order, and the monster went first as her phone rang. My dad motioned for me to go second. The waitress looks at him and he looked at her & said, oh! ok…. and opened up his menu. He dallied around the menu & then said he couldn’t find the quesadillas that I ordered. So I turned the page & then said “yes! I will have what she’s having”…….. I’m afraid that he’s becoming an old man.
As we were waiting for the food, monster was still talking on the phone so my dad informed me how he was stung by a bee yesterday and his back is quite itchy. That when he took off his shirt a bee fell out, still alive & he KILLED IT… but his back his itchy (you may wonder why I wrote that twice. I wonder why he told me twice). Then the Monster got off the phone and we caught up on all that was going on during which my dad was uncomfortable in his chair during which the waitress came by & set our cutlery out… during which he then grabbed monster’s chopsticks, stuck them down his shirt & scratched his back…….
She used her fork.
Course last night I had a bachelor auction meeting and towards the end of the meeting with still a few people left, I got off my chair & pulled my underwear out of my ass via putting my hand in my skirt.
All Class….. All the time.