My husband is incapable of lying- even of exaggeration or hyperbole. Or so I thought. It turns out that when faced with a food shortage, Tom Sr will take enormous risks. I mean…for a really good natured, responsible citizen.
When we were in the hospital, we were instructed on how to order my meals. I got a menu and could call down and have the meal of my choice sent up. When we woke up on Tuesday, May 11th, we were both famished. We had undergone surgery and suffered immeasurable stress and shock. Neither of us had slept very much.
I told Tom to call the food people and order whatever he wanted. I wanted apple juice- he insisted I try to eat oatmeal. Tom was nervous to try and scam a free breakfast, but like a starving wolf in a chicken shack- his hunger demanded he be bold.
He picked up the phone and dialed. When the operated answered he said:
“HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO ORDER BREAKFAST FOR MY WIFE IN ROOM 912 SHE WOULD LIKE OATMEAL AND APPLE JUICE ALSO SHE WOULD LIKE A SHORTSTACK OF HOTCAKES AND AN ORDER OF BREAKFAST SAUSAGES AND A BLUEBERRY MUFFIN AND TWO TEAS. YES. THANK YOU.”
When he hung up he was sweating. Victory! He did a small fist pump.
The rest of the week the doctors must have been really impressed by my recovery. Regular orders came from my room for chicken pot pies, macaroni and cheese, plates of green beans and plow boy breakfasts. Watching Tom order and eat those meals with naughty glee will always be a bright spot in my memory.
Oh this made me laugh. Because he sounds so like my Lou it’s hysterical. That is entirely the kind of thing she would do. If he is as like her as he sounds, then you are a lucky woman. Because my girl is amazing, so I bet Tom Sr is too xxx