Shaking Amy’s World

Amy and I went out for a casual supper.  Because John had a play date with trains in Tennessee, I wanted to go out cavorting myself.  Old bones don’t cavort easily, but dinner at the diner seemed about the right speed.

As I got in her car, I said, “We could get a milkshake after supper.”

She understood I was offering to make amends for having cheated her out of a chocolate shake at Biltmore several weeks ago.  As we walked in the Haywood Café, Amy read a sign on the window – something about hand dipped shakes.  It was raining, so I didn’t actually read it for myself.  We decided to get a small sandwich to eat there and a shake to go.

I had no idea that ordering would be so amusing.  Amy wanted a grilled cheese sandwich with bacon.  She said to the waitress, “Make the bacon well done, but not burned.  I don’t want it limp and flapping in the breeze like they do it at burger joints.”

I was laughing and told the young woman to make my BLT with well done bacon, too.  I told Amy I always accepted whatever bacon the cook threw on a sandwich.  It never occurred to me to specify its condition.  The waitress filled up a whole sheet on her pad, writing down our detailed instructions for two simple sandwiches.

I struggled to get the top on my shake as Amy sat sipping hers.  She appeared to be sucking on the straw normally, not with cheeks drawn in and eyeballs popping out.  As we got in the car, I tried the first sip.  The shake was solid!  Nothing came through that straw.  Amy’s cup was almost empty.  I put mine between my knees, hoping to warm it before I began to shiver.

“Did you have trouble getting it through your straw?” I asked.


I said, “If I sucked that hard, all my teeth would come out.”

The one request I had was to take her photo holding the cup, but I forgot to get out the camera in the café.

I reminded her, “I still have to take your picture.”

Amy said, “My shake is almost gone.  I’ll suck on yours while posing.”

I may be a slow thinker, but I didn’t fall for that one.  Come to think of it, I should have accepted her help.  It’s an hour later, and I still have ½ inch of liquid to go.

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