Dinner For Four: At one time in my life, I really had a job. I worked for IBM for quite a long spell. During that period, I had a few spurts of travel. Well, when I was in my mid-thirties, I had a rather long travel spurt. You know, a couple of years.
My wife, Carolyn, wasn’t real crazy about all of my travel. I only had one lame excuse, we ate regularly.
One of the worst things about the travel was the uncertainty. What I mean is, a three-day trip usually lasted a week (or so).
Anyway, I had one of these trips. I left on Sunday evening and was to be home Wednesday evening. The reason I left on Sunday evening was so I could make the most of Monday. You know, start about midnight.
Friday For Sure
Well, what happened was this. On Tuesday, I called my wife and said Wednesday was off and Friday was on. Well, on Thursday, I called Carolyn and told her that it looked like the weekend and Friday was off and Monday was on. When I called on Sunday, Carolyn was a bit testy when I told her Friday for sure.
You know, sometimes wives just aren’t real understanding. When I called on Thursday and said, “Forget tomorrow but Wednesday for sure.” I didn’t hear, “You poor darling, working 14 hours a day.” No. I heard, “When you’re at the airport, call me.” Click.
Well, heck, I don’t know why she was so upset. I hadn’t been away for much over two weeks. And that Wednesday worked out. On Wednesday morning, I told my understanding wife I would arrive on the Eastern 6:15 flight from LaGuardia.
When I deplaned, I saw my wife and two daughters, and my first thought was “Uh-oh.” All three were dressed to the nines. What were the first words I heard? “We are having dinner at the Governor’s Inn.”
After all of those days eating out, the last thing I wanted was to eat out. I didn’t care how nice the joint was. I didn’t care how good the food was. I wanted a home-cooked meal.
In case you haven’t guessed, it was dinner for four at the Governor’s Inn.
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