Friday afternoon, the family called “Surprise! We are coming for a visit!”
I did what every dutiful daughter would do, I pulled some strings and got my parents a hotel room for my parents for that night for almost nothing, made a last minute reservation with a great restaurant downtown.
Dad said the family was instead going to spend the night at the sister’s and they wanted to eat near her place.
Grrr-eat. Called and cancelled all reservations. Make profuse apologizes.
Go to dinner at an asian restaurant instead with no reservations.
Mom spots the magazines in the waiting area and takes a couple to the table.
Sister admonishes Mom for taking more than one.
Take 30 minutes to decide what to order.
Food comes. Mom declares the Tom Yum is not as great as hers. And the fried noodles is too salty.
Waits till she finishes half the plate and dinner is done and all we need is the check to tell the server that the dish was too salty and wants to know what they are going to do about it.
I put my head in my hands. My mother is who the servers talk about and roll their eyes at when they get home and recount their day to their spouse.
The server comes back. They can make mom a new dish.
I shook my head and just asked for the check. Mom complains loudly about the audacity of people to charge for a meal that was not cooked well enough to eat.
Dad declares he wants to go to Half Price Books. They have a great clearance on CDs now.
Mom looks at me on the way out clutching the magazines to her chest. Can she take the magazines home? Are they free? Looks disappointed when you tell her no.
And you thought your family was crazy. 😉