Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Oct 7, 2014 20:35:57 GMT
Suthers sat at the table, overlooking the lake. His dining companion was late.
“Tsk, tsk.” Suthers tutted. He took a sip of his aged red wine, waiting for the imminent arrival.
They had not yet met, but Suthers was anxiously looking forward to their meeting. He was wearing an extravagant tuxedo, simply to impress his soon-to-arrive companion.
Eventually, he arrived. Wearing a fetching tuxedo, he quickly gave Suthers his
apologies for the delay. “My name is Garr,” he explained, before meandering onto another subject.
“Mmhmm. Yes, you don’t say?” Suthers agreed with everything the other man said.
“So what are you thinking of having? I, personally, can recommend the filet. It’s simply to die for.” Garr asked, inquisitively.
“Yes, that does seem good. I’ve been thinking about the roast turkey, actually. Have you ever had that?” Suthers reviewed the menu carefully.
“No, I’m afraid I haven’t. I’ll be frank, I’ve barely ever actually eaten here, it’s a bit out of my price range.”
“Ah.” Suthers said. “I think I’ll go with the filet then. Thanks for the recommendation.”
“Alright,” said Garr, “I’ll go put that in. Enjoy your meal.” And just like that, Suthers’ dear dining companion, the waiter known as Garr, was gone.
But Suthers soon realized he forgot to mention he would like mashed potatoes on the side instead of vegetable; he stood up from the table, and loudly yelled.
“Gaaaaaaarrrr!”
[cue music:
The door to the kitchen kicked open. Garr, standing proudly with a huge bowl of mashed potatoes, marched in.
A single tear rolled down Suthers’ cheek upon this sight, as Garr began pouring the potatoes all over the table. He drew his handkerchief.
“My hero.”
“Tsk, tsk.” Suthers tutted. He took a sip of his aged red wine, waiting for the imminent arrival.
They had not yet met, but Suthers was anxiously looking forward to their meeting. He was wearing an extravagant tuxedo, simply to impress his soon-to-arrive companion.
Eventually, he arrived. Wearing a fetching tuxedo, he quickly gave Suthers his
apologies for the delay. “My name is Garr,” he explained, before meandering onto another subject.
“Mmhmm. Yes, you don’t say?” Suthers agreed with everything the other man said.
“So what are you thinking of having? I, personally, can recommend the filet. It’s simply to die for.” Garr asked, inquisitively.
“Yes, that does seem good. I’ve been thinking about the roast turkey, actually. Have you ever had that?” Suthers reviewed the menu carefully.
“No, I’m afraid I haven’t. I’ll be frank, I’ve barely ever actually eaten here, it’s a bit out of my price range.”
“Ah.” Suthers said. “I think I’ll go with the filet then. Thanks for the recommendation.”
“Alright,” said Garr, “I’ll go put that in. Enjoy your meal.” And just like that, Suthers’ dear dining companion, the waiter known as Garr, was gone.
But Suthers soon realized he forgot to mention he would like mashed potatoes on the side instead of vegetable; he stood up from the table, and loudly yelled.
“Gaaaaaaarrrr!”
[cue music:
The door to the kitchen kicked open. Garr, standing proudly with a huge bowl of mashed potatoes, marched in.
A single tear rolled down Suthers’ cheek upon this sight, as Garr began pouring the potatoes all over the table. He drew his handkerchief.
“My hero.”