LOL – pancakes & cream
a weekend trip with my brother reminded me of this story from The List. it’s good for a giggle at least. i’m afraid the laugh-out-loud factor might have a you-had-to-be-there quality, but i suppose i’ll let you decide:
IHOP is a sort of unofficial meeting place for family. it’s my dad’s favorite place to eat, so i’m sure the tradition started when my siblings and i were too small to have any say in the matter, but it’s become a familiar familial setting for us. for as long as I can remember we’ve stopped in on family road trips, saturday morning breakfasts, and countless other occasions. we even stole away to the pancake house for a precious hour the day of my wedding. suffice it to say that i have plenty of memories under the big blue roof in cities far and wide.
on one such outing we were seated and waiting to place our order (menus are barely needed). while we chatted my sister absentmindedly fiddled with one of the mini coffee creamer cups from the shallow bowl on the table, pressing on the sides to create a rhythmic“pop-pop, pop-pop, pop-pop” sound. i don’t think any of us really noticed, save for the distracted directive from my mother of “don’t play with that.”
“pop-pop, pop-pop, pop-SPLOOSH.”
there was a moment of silence at the table as we all took in the scene: my sister’s wide-eyed face splattered with white cream, not to mention the spray on her hair, clothes, and surrounding table, seat, and window.
in an instant our booth erupted in howls and hoots at my sister’s comical condition — oh, if only i had a photo of her frozen there with the burst creamer container still suspended between her fingers.
we had just finally composed ourselves and starting mopping kel up when we were rewarded with a fresh round of laughter. while we were wiping away sprinkles of cream around our table, an unsuspecting window washer had made his way around the perimeter of the restaurant to our pane. his methodical broad strokes across the glass soon turned to vigorous scrubbing concentrated on the little white dots that wouldn’t budge.
safe inside the tinted windows, we all rolled and roared, wiping away tears as he eventually abandoned his futile task and ambled to the next window. quite a lot of entertainment packed into that tiny plastic vessel!