Wednesday, May 2, 2012

The Daughter, The Dude, The Diner

It's not really my fault.

My gorgeous daughter Sheila came over to meet me at Jack London Square for lunch.  We decided to eat at "Kincaid's", a place that sits right on the water of the San Francisco Bay.

I tried to seat Sheila in the most desirable seating, and she was facing the water.  She could watch the sailboat lessons in progress while we enjoyed a leisurely luncheon.

Sheila told me she looked very "lesbian" today.  I didn't really agree.  But then, she does not usually wear her hair in a pony tail, and maybe that made her feel gay, as in happy and she gets confused with feeling happy and feeling like she's looking "lesbian".  Because I have a quite a few lesbian friends, I can assure you that one cannot tell a woman's or a man's sexual preference from appearance alone.

It was not my fault when a tall, good looking bus driver sat down at the table slightly behind us.  I watched with interest as he ordered a lovely salad for his lunch.  My daughter and I ordered a salad and a pastrami sandwich to share.  Neither of us can finish a really big sandwich so this seemed reasonable.  I also ordered iced tea, but the waitress with the startling gold eyeshadow suggested something called "organic green tea with pomegranate juice" so I said "Sure!"  She brought me my iced tea and watched as I took a sip. " Oh my god, that's horrid!  That stuff is repulsive!  It tastes like cough syrup and not the good kind with codiene!"  It was putrid at best.  She quickly took it away and my daughter asked me why I would take a suggestion from a woman who thought iridescent gold was the color to paint all around her eyes.

My daughter pulled out her smart phone and said she needed to photograph me because I looked so cute today.  I pulled out my smart phone and told her the same thing.  We both said "Oh I don't look that cute!" but we didn't really mean it.    Then Sheila started laughing and realized I was taking her photo but at the same time I was getting the cute bus driver's photo too.  In the picture, she's giving me that "I know exactly what you doing" look.  I get that from her a lot.

I might add that when the bus driver finished his lovely salad and paid his bill, he peeked around the corner at me 3 or 4 times before he left.  Dude had game.

I just called my daughter to ask her how to spell "pomegranate" and she told me she had fun.  I did too.

My daughter can be such a delightful bitch!

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