When I learned.......EH ?

I'm going to lighten it up a bit here this afternoon.....cause one of Terry's comments made me think of a waitress story from years ago and how I became acquainted with ........EH?

Now....I grew up in a little tiny town named Cape Vincent directly across the St. Lawrence River from Kingston, Ontario, Canada.......it was a resort town....where people traveled from all over to see the Thousand Islands and to catch those mighty bass and share their fisher-men stories...(no pun intended David). For most of my young life, I was surrounded by and accustomed to my Canadian neighbors. In fact, our high school band was often invited to march in parades in Brockville or Gananoque, or Kingston....I knew how to play O Canada as well as, if not better, than the Star Spangled Banner on my clarinet........

As a teenager, I waitressed at the Cape Vincent Inn....and it wasn't until I was 17 that my parents allowed me to work the evening shift to keep me away from the rambunctious crowd....(for some reason they thought people only drank beer at night....I never argued with them.... HA !) There was this one older couple that used to come in every weekend...they were the nicest people....and I was always the one to wait on them....the husband was a big ole burlie guy ...and his wife was a tiny little woman......smiled or spoke...only when I would ask the husband what he would like to eat and he

would say "eh? you talking to me?" and laugh real loud.... she would reprimand him with..."Oh Mel stop picking on that poor sweet girl...just give her your order." Every time I waited on them, he would say the same thing.....and laugh; I learned just to smile and ignore him.....she always left me a $5.00 tip.....no matter what they ordered cause she said I earned every penny of it putting up with him......

One weekend, the restaurant was incredibly busy, I was swamped and he went through his normal routine; I apologized that it might take a while before their food arrived because we were so busy and they said were okay with the wait....when their food order came up, I went to serve the husband's plate and hit his shoulder with the plate and the entire plate of spaghetti, yes Terry, spaghetti... spilled all over his back and shoulder, down his leg and all over his shoes....I quickly started scraping the spaghetti off his back......the entire restaurant was looking at me....I was so embarrassed...and he very loudly said....WHHHAAAATTTT are you doing? I looked at him and said..... "EH? you talking to me????" His wife burst out laughing....and said that was PERFECT!!! He taught you well!!!!

The restaurant bought their dinner that night, the husband left me a $10.00 tip.....and they continued to return every weekend...but he never ordered spaghetti again....HA!





blessings
donna