At a restaurant -- well, that's stretching it -- at Olive Garden with mom and dad. Dad's on a 10-second delay the entire night, which (as you can imagine) complicated the ordering process.
Dad: What are the soups?
Waitress: Chicken Gnocchi or Zuppa Toscana.
Dad: I'll have the Chicken Toscana.
Waitress: It's either Chicken Gnocchi or Zuppa Toscana. One's with chicken and one's with sausage.
Dad: Right, Chicken Toscana.
Waitress: Zuppa Toscana?
Dad: Yeah.
So, the soup comes to the table. Dad is perplexed.
Dad: This isn't creamy.
Me: Nope, cause you got the Toscana.
Dad: I wanted what you have.
Me: It's good. Eat it.
Dad: Phew... this is spicy!
The waitress comes back to the table.
Waitress: How is everything?
Dad: Boy, this soup is spicy. Do you have a crying towel?
Waitress (confused): Yeah, it is a spicy soup.
Crying towel. Not a Kleenex. Not a tissue. A "crying towel" -- which is apparently a real thing where he comes from. Who knew?
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LMAO! That's great! It sounds like a publication on the New York Times Bestseller list.
ReplyDeleteJohn Smith leads us through a journey of heartache, loss and redemption in his latest work, "The Crying Towel". LOL!
-KaTie H.
Ha ha ha ha ha! Well, I hope he liked it anyway!
ReplyDeleteAnd that sounds like a great idea for a novel, too. :D
but who says "crying towel"? lol. i swear, the waitress didn't know how to respond. and in all these years, i've never ever hear him say it before.
ReplyDeleteCute! But now I want soup!
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