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| It's a happening place! |
Another
birthday, another year, Donna June sighed, as her
husband talked about yesterday’s football game. “Oh, boy, sweetie!” He had said. “We’ll go out for dinner!”
For Big Jim, dinner could only mean Home Town
Buffet with cheap bountiful food, seconds and thirds, no questions asked. He handed her his keys with a big guffaw as
he paid. “These pants won’t fit after eating
tonight! It’s rib night.”
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| It's Rib Night! |
As quickly as a pig racing to the feed trough, Big
Jim was in the line with Dave from work, laughing. As she wandered around the salad station,
she realized that Dave had a huge butt.
In fact, each buttock was the size of a Halloween pumpkin. Big Jim was nearly the same, perhaps each
buttock the size of Easter ham.
She placed the salad plate on the table and wrote
a short sweet note to Big Jim. “You can hitch a ride from Dave…” Donna June
walked to the truck and revved it up. A movie was playing, one that Big Jim had
ridiculed as “…some dumb love story…you know I hate those…”
Well,
Jim, we all hate something…
Sad, for both of them. I know a man like that.
ReplyDeleteHaving a husband who loves Home Town, I have seen many people like that at Home Town. That restaurant is on the forbidden restaurant list.
Deletefor some folks eating is the only nice thing in their lives....so they eat and get fat
ReplyDeleteSo do I! Comfort or stress relieving maybe...so many people have eating as "their addiction of choice" (a nurse/over eater/addict explained that term used by that medical community at meetings).
DeleteWow, that would be one big butt lol sadly, so many like that
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, this post is based on fact, not fiction. I have experienced it, several times. Only I did not grab the keys and escape. Since I love my husband so very dearly, this issue must always be addressed, and that is my part of my marriage. If the positions were reversed, I would sincerely hope that he would do the same for me.
DeleteI'm glad my spouse isn't like that. Buffet is wasted on both of us as we don't eat that much.
ReplyDeleteAnd nice to know you never took off on him.
Never give up on a loved one.
DeleteI have always wondered what the trash bin is like behind a restaurant, and how much buffet place throws out.
I'd rather do the salad and the movie too. :)
ReplyDeleteI'd skip the movie and have popcorn instead. Salad would come later.
Deleteooops. I meant skip the salad and go to movies, have popcorn instead. Big difference.
DeleteA sadness. As all addictions are. Sad for the addict, and for his/her family. And destructive.
ReplyDeleteNo addict seems to really understand how this affects the family.
DeleteI'm sure Wal-Mart was on the agenda for that trip as well...
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DeleteGoing to Wal-Mart wasn't on the "agenda". There was no agenda. The salient points of the post were obesity and respect. But, Wal-Mart as the "agenda" would have made for a different story.
DeleteI go to Wal-Mart.
Total thoughtlessness. They don't realise they are being selfish and probably wouldn't care anyway. I like the Chinese buffet we go to, but otherwise we don't go to buffets - not that we go out a lot. Like our own food too much.
ReplyDeleteWhat is in our food? It now a combination of preservatives and additives. Scary.
DeleteThis makes me glad I can't see my own backside. I don't yet spill over the sides of my chair though, so that's something. Mmm, ribs...
ReplyDeleteI do the chair test now and then, just to check. In our last flight to see our son, I still fit in the seat, but my husband?
DeleteHe likes ribs, too.
My husband has his favorite restaurant also and nine out of 10 times, that is where we go. I believe why go into battle after you lost the war. It is not a buffet and not unpleasant, but I sure would like to try other places.
ReplyDelete"why go into battle after you lost the war.:that says so much.
DeleteA wonderful tale and so typically male. gotta love 'em.
ReplyDeleteWhat else can we do, when our lives are so intertwined? Gotta love 'em.
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