The Old Folks Home

Thurs. evening was my husband's retirement party. We were told where it would be held, and when to be there. We were told to bring the family, including grands, and the neighbor couple that is close friends with us. 9 people in total. We loved the place they picked. Of course, it included a shopping trip for outfits to wear, and a trip to my stylist, for me. We arrived on time, and looking good.

As the others arrived, I knew most of them had never been to this particular restaurant, just by the way they were dressed. It was confirmed when most of the females wandered over to acknowledge me, and asked if I had ever eaten there before. Oh yeah. Most mentioned they had not ever been there before, and after seeing other parties arrive, they felt a bit under-dressed. The Sargent in charge of the party, discreetly handed Dh $300.00 to cover the cost of our meals. That's when the realization that these people had never eaten there before, hit him. He hadn't really paid attention to their attire, but $300.00 for 9 people at that place, was a drop in the bucket. Moving forward, in we went at our appointed time.

They reserved the big section for us. I love watching the faces of "newbies" there. The twirling of spatulas, knives. The way they toss the eggs, and break them onto the grill, the train made of onions, with smoke coming out of the smokestack, the volcano erupting with the flavoring spewing out, had everyone enthralled. The seemingly endless procession of huge amounts of delicious food, heaped on the plates, was all a big hit.

After eating, they presented Dh with his shadow box. It contained memorable things from all his years in the dept. Of course, there was a cake too. After all that, the waitstaff began helping everyone get their food in to-go containers, and bagged up to take home.

The first check they brought out, was the one for our family. I told the waitress to give it to the Sargent, who was in charge of the party. He opened it, looked at the amount, and I swear his butt cheeks puckered as he sat up real straight, and his eyes bugged out. He sent the check back to our table. By then, others were getting their checks. They had already realized this was not Denny's, and were not overly shocked. (No, it was not because of a big bar bill). As they began paying, for their own meals, and filing outside, there was one rookie that didn't have enough money to cover his bill. Dh paid our bill, his bill, and added a good tip.

Outside, most of them stayed a little. I think they were a little concerned about him having to pay that large of a bill, but he was already expecting it. Like I said, we've been there before. Everyone had a great time.
 

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