Hi, I'm Jennifer. I'll be your server for this evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?
Jennifer! Good to have you with us. I’m Harry, this is my wife Lynn, and that young man slinking down in his seat is my son Mike. Sit up straight, Mike. Don’t worry, Jenny, Mike “doesn’t like girls” so I won’t try to pair you off. He should be so lucky! Oh Lynn, I’m just kidding. Jenny knows, don’t you Jenny? We’ll have a round of Diet Cokes, Lynn will want a lemon, and what can you tell me about your specials tonight?
Absurd question. My dog Rex is loyal friend and invaluable member of our family.
As for cats: when Amy was in kindergarten, she begged for a cat, and eventually Lynn caved. It was a boy cat, but Amy named it “Lisa Frank” after a teacher or something. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her as happy before or since.
But the very first day we brought the hellion home, it scratched my little girl’s face and then ran off, never to be heard from again. Then Mike told Amy that Lisa Frank had probably been hit by a truck. She was traumatized. She wept hysterically every time we passed roadkill til she was ten.
(Grunts.) Lynn’ll talk your ear off about that new great room, but I think it’s showy. Not to mention a waste of space. They said they were going to downgrade when the kids cleared out, but I doubt the condo’s any cheaper than the house.
Nice lawn, though. That’s what those condo fees will buy you.