I have often made mention of Foghorn's loud, boisterous, and often embarrassing antics. She seems to kick into a particularly high gear, though, when we go to
Dewey's Pizza at Harper's Point. We go regularly, to the point where the manager directs us to
our table.
On our last outing Foghorn:
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Harassed everyone with her paper "Phil". |
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Stole the lemons out of everyone's Diet Cokes. |
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Egged her brother on to suck a lemon. |
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Argued with Grandma about why she couldn't plant a
lemon tree in our backyard. |
And finished up by making a spectacle of herself in front of the pizza-makers' window:
And what is the upside to all this embarrassing behavior? Without her consistently drawing attention to our table, the manager might or might not have noticed that my son consistently picks all the sausage off the Bronx Bomber pizza he shares with his sister. Because he
did notice, he's begun bringing an extra container of sausage circles to the table, just for The Professor. And
that is why we're regular customers. Well, that and the fact that Dewey's is one of the places that hasn't barred us...yet.
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Thank you, Mr. Manager! |
1 comment:
I'm surprised that the manager looks pleased when we come in the door.
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