Having so much time off between jobs has helped me reach the end of the internet nearly every night. I haven't posted much since the move, but I've been on-line constantly.
Tonight Mick and I went out to dinner with her parents, two sisters, and a close friend of the family, at Madrona Manor. We all ordered from the tasting menu, and I paid the chef the highest possible comment I am capable of when all was said and done..."Taste so good, it makes me want to run home and slap my momma!". Of course I would really never slap my mother, but chef understood the high praise I had extended. I also drank 2 bottles of wine, which I am paying for as I type this.
Then I made the bold step of offering to pay for the meal. I told the in-laws since they were always paying for dinners when we visit, they should allow us to treat them in the spirit of living closer to them now. Mick's eyes got huge, and she choked down a gulp of water. My father in-law flashed a huge smile, slid the bill my way, tapping it with his finger smuggley as if to say "There you go, dumb-ass.". A few minutes later, I woke up on my back, with Mick fanning me with a menu.
Now Mick and I are not poor by any stretch. But we are not filthy rich either. She is paid well for her job. I was paid a public servants salary that needed constant enhancement through overtime work. Right now I'm just burning sick time and vacation time, which means I'm seeing checks worth a 40 hour week. So when I looked at the bill, and saw it was about as much as my last weeks worth of pay, I really did almost pass out.
How the fuck do rich people stay rich, eating at places like this?!
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3 comments:
Too bad you couldn't get paid for slapping your momma.
I think I like your father-in-law. :)
Thinkinfyou - I just don't know what to say to that. Except...maybe...there have been times in my life I would have accepted money for slapping my mother.
Jules - You would. It took 5 years for he and I to get along...just a little. I know he lives for moments like that. If I had mentioned to him the money was coming out of a bank account shared with his daughter, he would have paid, and found another way to make me feel smug.
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