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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Ice Hockey. So To Speak.

The Arena

It's not what you think . . .
Waiting for your food in a restaurant can be excruciating.
Especially if you're hungry.
And let's face it – if you're sitting in a restaurant, ordering food, you're probably hungry.
Moving on . . .
There are many things to keep you occupied while you wait.
Studying the other diners.
Visiting with your dinner companion/s.
Reading the dessert menu.
I should point out, here, that whoever designs the dessert menus is a certified genius. Everything – everything – looks and sounds stickily, creamily, chocolately, divinely delicious. Mouth-watering descriptions merely add to the pictured perfection of chocolate upon chocolate upon chocolate.
With caramel.
And whipped cream.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Where was I?
Oh, yes . . . waiting for food.
My Husby loves watching the people.
But when he starts to receive a few too many irritated, uncomfortable glances, or when his reputation precedes him and we have been seated in a non-viewing zone, he must come up with some other form of entertainment.
That's how he invented 'ice' hockey.
In this activity, one uses the chunks of ice from one's glass and tries to flick them, using finger and/or thumb at one's dinner companion.
Ie. Me.
Whereupon (good word) said companion retaliates.
Because who wants to sit there and merely become a target?
We try to keep the mess to a minimum.
But don't always succeed.
Let me explain . . .
We were waiting for pizza.
It was taking a long time.
Something about the cows needing to be milked so they could begin the lengthy process of turning the milk into cheese for toppings.
Sigh.
Grant was bored.
He got a chunk of ice out of his glass and flicked it in my direction.
I caught it and flicked it back.
He returned fire.
This went on for some time.
He simply couldn't get it past my ultra deft defence.
Finally, he stopped and sat there, frowning at me.
I grinned back at him.
Ha!
Then he raised his eyebrows in challenge.
Uh-oh.
He picked up his glass, which, by now contained only ice chunks and . . . upended it onto the table.
Then he fired every single piece – using both hands – at me.
It was an onslaught.
A deluge.
“Excuse me, folks, here's your pizza.”
An embarrassment.
We looked up.
The waiter was standing there, holding our pizza and staring at us.
He looked . . . frightened.
“Oh,” I said.
Grant grinned. “Put it here,” he said, swiping a spot clean.
The waiter gingerly set the hot pan down on the wet table, then beat a hasty retreat.
The pizza was great.
There's nothing like pizza after you've worked up an appetite playing a good game of ice hockey.
Nothing.

11 comments:

  1. And here I get mad at my husband because he takes his iPhone out when he has to wait for anything. It's annoying, but less messy. I like it tough that you are interacting.

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    1. An iphone would definitely be less messy, you're right. And quieter. I should mention this to my Husby!

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  2. The sort of thing that would horrify my husband and delight me to no end.

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    1. You're welcome to join us at dinner! You can play on my team!

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  3. Oh Diane you and your husby are cute and funny;)

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  4. I so loved this one. I am smiling on this one. Your hubsy must be a fun catch. The story was engaging and fun. I can tell you are true teenagers at heart.
    Blessings to you!

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    1. Thank you LeAnn! Some day, we'll grow up!

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  5. You must have worked up some kind of appetite with that much exercise! We do what we have to marking time til the food comes. We tended towards tamer pursuits, like dice, although for a time we made those little paper triangles so we could play table football.

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    1. Hmm . . . table football, you say? sounds less messy. And quieter!

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  6. You must have worked up some kind of appetite with that much exercise! We do what we have to marking time til the food comes. We tended towards tamer pursuits, like dice, although for a time we made those little paper triangles so we could play table football.

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