Our
chef, Wiley Stinks had a great idea. “That Stinks!” said my
wife, Ducky Bumps, after I explained the plan. I wanted to help, but
didn’t have enough to financially back him. Obviously, I had to
find other ways to help Wiley.
His
idea was “The Recliner Diner,” where people could eat like they
do at home. Each customer sat in a recliner, in front of a TV, with
headphones. There was no talking. Diners chose food from TV menus
and then picked a show to watch. Food was brought out on paper
plates, along with either paper towels, or if they paid extra, cloth
hand towels. Occasionally, food would be served with flimsy plastic
knives, forks, and/or spoons. Cup holders were placed over chair arm
rests for plastic cups of customers’ beverages of choice. Drink
choices were bread/milk smoothies, sodas, sports drinks, or just
plain corn syrup.
The
best way I could help was to paint the signs that said, “Please tip
25% or more—we have to clean these chairs!” I did them in old
saloon style lettering.
Ducky
Bumps did the decorating, plastering the walls with pictures of
handguns and football memorabilia, so I also had to do signs that
said, “No throwing, and no packing.”
I am
sorry to report that the Recliner Diner lasted only a short time, and
to add that Wiley has asked for a raise. He also wants to sell
smoothies and recliners in front of our house. I’m painting the
signs.
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