We were enjoying our shrimp cocktail when another couple was seated next to us.
Around 7:00, the lounge seems to fill up and really get hoppin.
I should tell you, there aren’t a lot of people our age at Marco’s. It’s an older crowd. I think there was one patron our age there, but maybe she was just full of collagen and Botox — who can tell these days?
(I don’t know what this means about us, that we hang out in ‘older people’ places, but we’re okay with it.)
Anyway, the gentleman sitting nearest me said, “I bet the pasta’s good,” and The Mister told him, “Yes, the pasta’s good,” and we all had a lil chat about it.
During our Maza plate, another couple joined that couple.
Then, as we ate our desserts, The Mister with his tiramisu and me with my spumoni…
The Mister busted-out with a laugh, slapped his knee, and pointed to the table next to ours.
There they were, the older people, with their cell phone flashlights aimed at the menu, illuminating it entirely. They pointed and read aloud to one another.
I was astonished by the sheer genius of their problem-solving technique.
The Mister asked me, “Why didn’t we think of that?!?”
I said, “Wisdom, Man. We don’t have their wisdom.”
The Mister had to tell them all about our recent lighting and vision struggle and commend them for their too-obvious-for-us solution.
I wanna be ‘old’ like that. Wise. Enlightening. Still dining with my love. Still ordering pasta.
Happy Friday Everyone!