A pretty funny thing was said to me last night while at dinner with my wife. I’m sure the person who said it was just trying to be polite but it made me think. Now I consider myself a young guy still. I do realize that once I reach thirty I won’t be able to say that with much confidence but I’m only 24, 25 in a week. We found ourselves driving up to Morgan Hill to dine at the new Chili’s. We got good service last time, the food seemed fresher than the one in our neck of the woods, and it is also cleaner. Chili’s Almaden pick up your game!I ordered a Cajun Chicken Sandwich, the same thing I got last time we were there. I’m not going to try to sell you on this sandwich because honestly it’s O.K. nothing really tot special it’s good though. We ate chips and salsa and drank soda pop as we waited for our meals. Of course talking and of course some looking at our cell phones ignoring the fact that we’ re with another human being, you know like everyone else does. Then finally “Chicken Quesadillas.” The waiter placed the plate in front of my wife. “Cajun Chicken Pasta.” I looked at the plate with horror. That’s not a sandwich I thought to myself. If I hadent filled my vessel with Root Beer and chips I believe I would have blown up. Not like get mad “blow up” like “blow up” blow up like a bomb. I could wait another 10-15 to get what I ordered or settle for the pasta. NEVER! Settling is for the weak!

The waiter took the plate away after I told her that’s not what I ordered. She apologized and took away the platter of Chicken Pasta the Settler’s meal. Our waitress was a young lass problably not much older than 16. Figured I would paint her image a bit clearer =) She returned to our table and apologized serveral times for the mix up. When one of the guys in the ties and dress shirt visits your table and squats in front of it, you know you’re getting something taken off your bill. Which in this case was the “Gosh Dang Quesadillas!” because they were greasy.

To wrap up this novel, they brought my plate out at record breaking speed. I don’t even think I could have made a bag of popcorn faster. Before I could take a bite our waiter returned to make sure it looked good. I smiled as my mouth began to water for the first bite. As she walked away she said, “I’m really sorry about that Mister.”

Mister….MISTER! Who still calls another human being MISTER. There’s Sir, I would have flown with that but Mister! I guess you could say Mr. but Mister looks funnier. There is Mr.Bean, Mr. Mom, Mr. T, Mr. Clean now Mister Corey. All of those guys are old. Has time not been good to me? Do I look old? What will I look like when I’m really old? Like 70, will people think I’m a corpse? I’m going to Denny’s now to take advantage of my Sr. Discount.

Well this concludes this blog, Mister Corey signing off.