We went out for supper tonight. When we left I announced I have come to dislike chain restaurants as much as I dislike tuna-noodle casserole, and we were going to try out a little restaurant called Nosh. And, if it were closed, being Monday, we would go to Yours Truly, a local to NE Ohio chain.
I could hear eyes rolling, and agreed Yours Truly is an “old people’s restaurant,” but not as old people as Denny’s, a childhood favorite of Laura’s, or her especial three year old favorite, Bob Ebans. And as it happened, Nosh is closed on Monday and we went to Yours Truly.
We walked in the door and my shoulders twitched to the music. Something Kris Kristofferson. Emily and Laura exchanged meaningful looks. While we waited for our supper, I delighted in telling them the title and artist of each song and some history.
Their eyes rolled a bit, but they are polite young ladies, especially when Grandma is treating. Sometimes they connected. “This is ‘The House of the Rising Sun,’ I said of that song, and they listened politely to a few bars, until they recognized it from a movie. “But it was a lot faster then,” they said. “Just wait, it gets faster,” the old lady said.
And so it went, as we munched on through a good supper. “Oh, wait, what is this song,” one said. “Big wheel keep on rolling,” replied the other. They traded possible titles of a song they both knew they knew, and then looked across the table. “Proud Mary,” announced the old lady on the other side. “Yes, that’s it!” the music lovers announced, and I was amused that our lives actually touch in some places.
We drifted into other topics, and the two of them were deep in discussing a problem that has Laura very concerned. Who will help her with math homework next year, when Emily is gone? “Don’t worry,” advises Emily; “you’ll be just fine. We have computers to talk to each other.”
Laura worries; she must take geometry, algebra, pre-calc at minimum. Supper over, waiting for the bill and the card to make its trip to the front and back, Laura began rearranging things on the table. She pushed two glasses together. “The tangent line,” announced Emily. “What????” from Laura. “You already know a tangent line,” Emily retorted. Both dissolved in laughter, and Laura admitted she did.
Red faces from laughing hard.
Laura's tangent line.