So today was Field Trip Friday.
KK and I went to a town west of Mouskin to check out the museum and a hamburger (the latter is his job). The museum had a mimeograph machine, first one I’d seen in 40 years. Trying to explain to KK why we sniffed our papers was useless. But another elderly woman there said she remembered it, too.
Then we went to the burger place. KK took one look at this guy’s shirt and said, “He must be dumb to have voted for Trump.” (Notice his shirt and the bumper sticker on the stove hood)
I said, “People who voted for him aren’t necessarily stupid. Give folks the benefit of the doubt.”
So the guy (TG) came over to the table and said, “Will it be three of you today?”
KK and I looked at one another. I said, “No, just us two.”
Trump Guy said, “Isn’t that lady with you?”
We both looked and didn’t see a lady who was without a seat.
“No, just us,” I said. He gave us menus.
He came back after a few minutes and said, “What can I get you to drink?”
“Water,” KK said, and I said,
“So three waters?” TG asked.
KK looked at me and rolled his eyes.
“Nope,” I answered, “Just two.”
“Oh, sorry,” TG said.
A few minutes later he returned with two waters.
“So,” TG asked, “Are you ready to order or are you still waiting for someone?”
This time I rolled my eyes at KK. “Nope, we’re ready.”
We ordered a burger and a sandwich, home fries and tater tots respectively. TG walked back to the kitchen area. KK looked at me and said, “See? I told you.”
The waitress walked by us. She was a pretty young lady with a Smith and Wesson tee shirt on. I was starting to agree with KK. I went to the restroom.
It was a single restroom and probably half the size of the entire restaurant. There was the usual plumbing plus a book shelf, a bureau, a chair and a chifforobe. (I may have heard a mocking bird)
On top there was a statue of a portly man holding a toilet paper roll in one hand and his nose with the other. This room was so big I had to make two laps around the inside just to find the paper towels. And it was a trek to get back to the restaurant.
The portions were generous. KK and I ate as much as we could handle. Then we went to the register to pay. Tables in this restaurant were packed tightly together and there were two women standing in the 36″ between the table and the register. They were chatting up a storm, gesturing grandly and completely oblivious to our presence. We shuffled around so we could get to the cash register and one lady stepped back to laugh.
I had to back up quickly and knocked a folding sign sitting on a table. KK was quick. He caught it and we got it back where it was supposed to be with the help of TG. KK says he heard several people in the restaurant rumble, “Good catch!”
So we were ready to pay TG. He went over our meals: “You had a burger, a turkey sandwich and what was the other?”
“That was it, just a burger and sandwich. Just two.”
“Oh!” TG said embarrassedly, “I forgot.”I left him a three dollar tip and change. On the way out the S&W girl was also standing between tables and we bumped into her, too.
“Let’s get out of here quick,” KK hissed at me.
“I’m with you. Let’s move it.”
We got back to the car. KK buckled his seatbelt and leaned over the seat. He said, “See? I told you!”
“I know, I know,” I moaned, “I have to buy you a blizzard.”
I had to concede that although I don’t like to think badly of people who voted for our current president, this was an exception. And it leads to three pertinent questions;
1. Is there a tendency for Trump supporters to be a bit, uh, simpler?
2. Is there maybe some inbreeding going on in the area?
3. Were we eating lunch with a ghost?