what i see: my roommate, marking up a paper with a pink highlighter
SO my newfound only-chained-to-the-desk-for-20-hours-per-week lifestyle has afforded me a blessed privilege: fridays off.
how i spent my first one...
lunch at a quaint little italian restaurant with my papa. staring out the window of the restaurant, pondering the universe and such.
the highlight had to be when i overhead the owner’s conversation with the patron in the next booth.
owner: thick italian accent. crocheted shawl. large, thick-rimmed glasses. plus a dash of sass and pinch of vintage sophistication.
what my ears beheld (i attempted to apply the appropriate italian accent)...
owner: my husband, he-a cooks-a back in the kitchen
patron: so did the two of you meet back in italy...?
owner: yes, i decide to-a marry him-a when i was-a four.
patron: oh wow...
owner: yes, i-a flirt-a much but he no understand
patron: so you finally just proposed to him, eh?
owner: oh no! i-a let him think-a it was-a his idea.
oh canelloni. the things we shared.
First of all... that is an awesome conversation. And true. 2nd of all where is this little italian place? I keep wanting to try a canoli, but I don't know where to get a really really good one. Please share! =)
ReplyDeleteAhaha. I would really like that lady, I think.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I feel honored to be mentioned in this post.
P.P.S. My pink highlighter feels honored to be mentioned in this post.
Lunch with dad is one of the great pleasures of being a Hawkes, yes?
ReplyDelete...I think I have done that Italian place with him before. And I was pretty sure there was shady stuff going on...mafia?
Ah well...I am so happy about your new work schedule!
Be free, Katie-bird, be free!