Sometimes it only takes one word to bring back a memory. This time it took two: Bloody Mary.
My father always took me out to lunch when I was in any sort of trouble as a kid. His logic? That's easy; who's going to throw a temper tantrum in public.
I was older at this point, but in trouble nonetheless. And as I was "of age", our 'lunches' often took place sitting at the bar of some local establishment.
I guess I sensed that I was in a particular pickle at this point so I decided to order a bloody mary. My dad followed suit, but added to the young bartender that he would like his with extra character. (My father meant extra horseradish.)
We watched with greater and greater curiosity as the young man opened cabinets, looked under counters and moved bottles around. Finally he sheepishly returned to our end of the bar and said, "I'm very sorry sir, but I don't seem to have any Character."
Submitted for Sunday Scribblings.
ROFL...that's like a Reader's Digest story...LOL
The poor guy!
Posted by: Jennifer | June 09, 2007 at 07:06 PM
That story is wonderful. It made me laugh a lot and I am ready for bed so that is pretty good. It was also nice to hear a story of someone at a bar with their father, I never got the chance to do that. Thanks for visiting my blog!
Posted by: clockworkchris | June 09, 2007 at 10:06 PM
That made me feel so good! Thanks for making me laugh!
Posted by: gautami | June 10, 2007 at 10:11 AM
A funny moment-I used to be a bartender and can identify with mysterious requests. (Looking through the bottles vacantly wondering whether the drink really exists-one certainly learns a lot about human interactions!)
Posted by: Matthew | June 10, 2007 at 11:37 AM
Yo mother... LOL (hahahahaha)
Short, sweet, and just enough spice! ;)
Posted by: Rob Kistner | June 10, 2007 at 08:42 PM
By the way mother... I love the title of your blog -- very cool!
Posted by: Rob Kistner | June 10, 2007 at 08:43 PM