Tuesday, February 02, 2010

More Food For Thought

Almost 2 weeks ago to the day, I told the exciting story of my very spartan Whopper and how I'd ordered one without pickle and mayo and they managed to give me one with nothing except the bun and the meat patty. I ended the post by saying I'd called the outlet and they'd taken my name and said they'd give me a 'free' Whopper the next time I called in.

Well today was that day and as we were out and about shopping at lunchtime, I called in.

I asked for the manageress, told her part of my story and she remembered it. She went and got some sort of incident book where she'd written down the details and after confirming my name, she said she'd fix me a Whopper. I asked if she could make it into a combo and I'd pay the difference but, as I thought, she said she'd fix me a combo but it was 'on the house.'

I do like American customer service.

While I was enjoying my free meal, an old couple (well fancy that in Sebring !! ) came in and the wife (I assume) sat at a corner booth while her hubby (another assumption) went to order. Mrs Wrinkly got out a James Patterson book so was obviously a refined woman with discerning taste. Mr. Wrinkly returned with 2 coffees and then Mrs. Wrinkley put down the book and from her bag got out a little napkin parcel containing a sandwich and a cookie.

I watched as she proceeded to nibble on the sandwich and drink her coffee. This was SO like watching my mum and dad from years ago as mum often took food into a cafe for them to eat while I'd order from the menu on the rare occasions we ate out. This was mostly due to us being poor but was also because they came from a generation that wasn't used to eating out and preferred to make their own meals. I'd be mortified in case we got 'caught' but like this old lady, mum would hide the food at her side and pass it out to herself and my dad when the staff weren't looking.

So I was taken back to those days and as both my mum and dad are now gone, the memories being raised by this little old lady passing the food in stages to her husband almost brought tears to my eyes. I was so lost in thought that I didn't realise I was staring and when I came to, I noticed the lady was looking right at me too. I smiled at her and she smiled back and then she put her finger to her lips and it was all I could do to not rush over and give her a big hug.

To avoid a scene and possible arrest, I stayed where I was and my smile just widened.

It had been a wet and miserable morning but just then the sun broke through the clouds and although I'd love to say that a beam of sunshine lit up their corner, it didn't need to.

I'd had a free meal and a lovely trip down memory lane. It's not a lane I frequent very often as when I try and walk along it, it tends to get foggy and fade away. So times like this are very precious to me.

Even though she died nearly 7 years ago and I'm now 57, I guess I still miss my mum.


Katie said...

what a lovely story! We used to sneak sweets and drinks into the cinema as my mum was a poor single mum. I still break out in a cold sweat over the prices and like to BYO! It drives Liam mad.

rhymeswithplague said...

A sweet story.

Daphne said...

Ahhh lovely. I've just come back from Mum's house - next door of course - and had a really good chat with her - and you have made me appreciate it even more.

Marsha Kail said...

What a nice story! Ian, I don't think that we ever get over missing our parents after they are gone

Anonymous said...

No pains, no gains...................................................

Jennyta said...

You will always miss your mum. I certainly do.

Katherine said...

Lovely story Ian. Yes, Mums are special. Luckily I have my Mum-in-law still with us and she always takes sandwiches and baking and a thermos of tea where-ever we go.

jay said...

Aw, that is such a sweet post, you old softie, you!

Reminds me of when we took MIL into a McDonald's for the first time in her life - we were on the way somewhere and couldn't find anywhere better... she sat there, bless her, and asked where the knives and forks were. No wonder she was called The Duchess. LOL!

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