Years ago we used to go to Romano's Macaroni Grill fairly regularly. Every eating establishment has its own rituals, and there at the Macaroni Grill they always made a production of bringing out fresh bread, pouring olive oil onto a little plate and then grinding pepper over it. You were then to dip the bread in the peppered olive oil. So as the waiter was busily grinding pepper over our little olive-oil plate, nine-year-old James chose that moment to demonstrate his reading prowess over the tall bottle that the waiter had just set down in front of him. James intoned, "Extra virgin olive oil." That, of course, had to be followed up with the obvious, "What's virgin mean?"
Not wanting to involve our pepper-grinding server in what could prove a somewhat delicate family discussion, I deflected the question by turning it back to James, "What do you think virgin means?" He didn't know, so I rephrased, "Well, are you a virgin?"
"No! I'm a Texan!"
Not wanting to involve our pepper-grinding server in what could prove a somewhat delicate family discussion, I deflected the question by turning it back to James, "What do you think virgin means?" He didn't know, so I rephrased, "Well, are you a virgin?"
"No! I'm a Texan!"
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I hope Amber is not sipping something when she reads this...or she will need to clean her keyboard.
I am so glad you remember these things.
We went to the Macaroni Grill this past Sunday in honor of your sister's birthday.
You might also get a kick out of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gd3oYFS9g9I
Nice one, Bob!
Roses--
Yes, it was a good one. The waiter did seem to be lingering at our table a bit longer than necessary.
Jerry--
But I still like James's answer better.
Joyceee--
You are so bad. Shame on you for emailing Amber: "You need to check out Bob's blog. I know you thought James was a virgin when he married you, but ..."
no worries. Amber knows her James!
Reminds me of when Tadpole was a lil girl. Her Grandad, Trooper Bob, took her to the DQ for a lil Dude. She was sitting in the booth and out of nowhere asked him "How do you get AIDS?" He mumbled, and fumbled and stuttered and stamered until she asked "I like Lemonaide, what other kinds of aides are there?" That totally gave Trooper Bob an out and he explained squeezing the fruit to get "aides". Love the things kids say.
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