Dining out
We stopped at a small diner in some little town on our way to the coast.
The waitress said the special of the day was Hot Lynx.
I said what the hell, I'll have that.
But they were out of that and I had a sausage instead.
I've never eaten Lynx.
Or Bobcat.
...I did have a bite of Lion once, but that was self defense.
The waitress said the special of the day was Hot Lynx.
I said what the hell, I'll have that.
But they were out of that and I had a sausage instead.
I've never eaten Lynx.
Or Bobcat.
...I did have a bite of Lion once, but that was self defense.
posted by Lane Savant at 8:19 PM
2 Comments:
I felt free and I laughed, thought about the Great Groucho delivering your monologue, or even the weasel Woody, and thought it wasn't bad joke writing. It is good to have you and Miss M back in the fold.
Glenn
Hallo, Lane+Meredith!
Why did the waitress recommend Linx as the daily special when they were out of it??
The LL survived her cataract operation Thursday (the 19th), but it convinced me not to have one, as I already see/saw far betzter than she and have no problems seeing.
LL asked to send regards to you, Meredith, and Keth, so here they are.
Tschüß,
Anonomann
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