Bob and I went to dinner at the Halfmoon Diner tonight, where we usually go for a quick bite. It’s good food, good service, and very predictable. Great onion rings. But, this is not a review of the Halfmoon Diner.
Rather, it is a review of an observation we made this evening, as we were leaving the diner.
At the table next to us, a woman and a man who appeared to be her son were seated. I overheard them order, and was able to ascertain that she was indeed his mother. He appeared to be around 25-30 years of age. Nothing out of the ordinary – everything seemed perfectly normal. She ordered a cup of hot tea.
As we were collecting our belongings in preparation to leave, I saw that their order had arrived. The mother had ordered a tuna sandwich (I think), and the son had ordered pancakes and a grape juice. So far, not strange. THEN.
I watch as the mother pulls the son’s plate towards her, butter in hand. She proceeds to butter the pancakes. I start moving very s-l-o-w-l-y out of the booth, in order to see if what I thought was going to happen would happen. It did.
Mother then proceeded to CUT THE MAN’S PANCAKES, AND PASS THE PLATE BACK TO HIM. He started eating, as if everything was perfectly a-ok.
Oh, Oedipus! Sigmund Freud on line 2 for you…
Wow. What does one say to that??
(I can only imagine one of the thoughts (or comments) you had that you cannot publish on this public forum.)
She probably washed his clothes for him and packs his lunch on a daily basis too.
That is freeee-ky.
Wow! Don’t you realize you were seated right next to famed Newsday sports writer Ray Barone and his mother Marie?!?
Are you sure it wasn’t Grandma and Uncle George?
LOL! I went to a wedding once where all the men sat and waited while all the women got up and went to the buffet to get the men their meals…
My brother’s fiance looked at him and said “Honey can I have some coffee?”.. and he got up and got it for her.. he was the only guy up there.. it was creepy.