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The Ranger
Guest
[Posted to AM 10/11/01. -- TR]
Well... Yours truly learned a valuable lesson yesterday -- there
is such a thing as too much Gahr-lihck!
Took Spawn out to a new Chinese restaurant (such a FIND!) for a
quick, quiet lunch. I enjoyed their squid in garlic sauce. Chunks
o' Gahr-lihc quite liberally floated in the garlic-enhanced sauce;
it was mouth-wateringly delicious. (Spawn also enjoyed gnoshin' on
her chicken lunch, too.) At the end of the meal, I was moved to
order a side [of the same dish] to go.
I was car-less having dropped my car off at the dealership
earlier. The restaurant, conveniently, was a not-too-far-to-walk
distance, which allowed me to meander (Spawn in her stroller) our
way back home.
Along the way there is a park. Spawn was already over the wall and
on her way towards the monkey bars before I lodged my [weak]
protest.
I looked at my wrist watch. 1315. Plenty of time before I had to
pick up Daughter-units Alpha and Beta from their school.
The weather was quite nice, mid-70's (F), lots o' Sun, a little
zephyr that took the edge off the heat. We (Spawn and me) had the
park to ourselves.
I parked it on the lone bench for displaced parents. The aroma
(from the boxed goods) was quite enticing. I might as well not
have had lunch; I was hungry... Again.
As I reached under the stroller for the bag, I remembered that I
didn't have anything to eat with (besides my fingers -- and I'm
much too prudish to do that with sloppy food.) I brushed the bag,
by accident, and heard something shift within. Hey! CHOPSTICKS!
Providence shines!
I launched into the boxed delights like a man possessed.
Spawn played. I wolfed. All was nice.
I must've made an impression at the restaurant, because the
"Chunks O' Gahr-lihk" were thick, slivered, cloves this time. I
didn't care. The dish was even more tasty, even more spicy, than
at lunch. I was a convert!
I finished the box in nothing flat, was able to wipe down and
clean up by stealing one of Spawn's wipes, collected her from the
slide¹, and walked on to pick up the other d-u's.
Thanks to Spawns tireless motivation, "Faster, daddy! Faster!" we
made it in plenty of time -- and to spare! My out-of-shape
blobness was quite unhappy with the unnecessary pace I'd pushed. I
puffed like a bellows.
Daughter-unit Beta was the first out of class. Spawn ran over and
bear hugged her into submission. I saw her bend in close, sniff,
wrinkle her nose, and trumpet, "Pee-yew! You're stinky!" Spawn,
thinking the obvious, yelled back, "Nuh-uh! Not eaver! Me no go
poopoo!"
D-uB, holding her nose, stepping away, "Stay away! You smell."
The two came over to the stroller. I leaned in close to Beta, "Go
get your sister. We'll wait here."
I saw her pull back again. "Ew! Yuck! What's that /SMELL/?"
<sigh> I've reached a point in Real Life where foods are now
fighting back!
This sucks.
The Ranger
¹ There was the usual gnashing of teeth and caterwauling but "we"
survived.
Well... Yours truly learned a valuable lesson yesterday -- there
is such a thing as too much Gahr-lihck!
Took Spawn out to a new Chinese restaurant (such a FIND!) for a
quick, quiet lunch. I enjoyed their squid in garlic sauce. Chunks
o' Gahr-lihc quite liberally floated in the garlic-enhanced sauce;
it was mouth-wateringly delicious. (Spawn also enjoyed gnoshin' on
her chicken lunch, too.) At the end of the meal, I was moved to
order a side [of the same dish] to go.
I was car-less having dropped my car off at the dealership
earlier. The restaurant, conveniently, was a not-too-far-to-walk
distance, which allowed me to meander (Spawn in her stroller) our
way back home.
Along the way there is a park. Spawn was already over the wall and
on her way towards the monkey bars before I lodged my [weak]
protest.
I looked at my wrist watch. 1315. Plenty of time before I had to
pick up Daughter-units Alpha and Beta from their school.
The weather was quite nice, mid-70's (F), lots o' Sun, a little
zephyr that took the edge off the heat. We (Spawn and me) had the
park to ourselves.
I parked it on the lone bench for displaced parents. The aroma
(from the boxed goods) was quite enticing. I might as well not
have had lunch; I was hungry... Again.
As I reached under the stroller for the bag, I remembered that I
didn't have anything to eat with (besides my fingers -- and I'm
much too prudish to do that with sloppy food.) I brushed the bag,
by accident, and heard something shift within. Hey! CHOPSTICKS!
Providence shines!
I launched into the boxed delights like a man possessed.
Spawn played. I wolfed. All was nice.
I must've made an impression at the restaurant, because the
"Chunks O' Gahr-lihk" were thick, slivered, cloves this time. I
didn't care. The dish was even more tasty, even more spicy, than
at lunch. I was a convert!
I finished the box in nothing flat, was able to wipe down and
clean up by stealing one of Spawn's wipes, collected her from the
slide¹, and walked on to pick up the other d-u's.
Thanks to Spawns tireless motivation, "Faster, daddy! Faster!" we
made it in plenty of time -- and to spare! My out-of-shape
blobness was quite unhappy with the unnecessary pace I'd pushed. I
puffed like a bellows.
Daughter-unit Beta was the first out of class. Spawn ran over and
bear hugged her into submission. I saw her bend in close, sniff,
wrinkle her nose, and trumpet, "Pee-yew! You're stinky!" Spawn,
thinking the obvious, yelled back, "Nuh-uh! Not eaver! Me no go
poopoo!"
D-uB, holding her nose, stepping away, "Stay away! You smell."
The two came over to the stroller. I leaned in close to Beta, "Go
get your sister. We'll wait here."
I saw her pull back again. "Ew! Yuck! What's that /SMELL/?"
<sigh> I've reached a point in Real Life where foods are now
fighting back!
This sucks.
The Ranger
¹ There was the usual gnashing of teeth and caterwauling but "we"
survived.
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