Friday, July 26, 2013
Ain't No Party Like a Cow Party
We'd already eaten dinner at home (we steer our herd clear of the dinner-time-parties on this day. too crowded for us). But I was feeling pretty good about my negotiating skills after my breakfast encounter and felt quite certain I could convince someone (at a different location) to give us free dessert if we came in dressed like cows. I mean its cheaper than a combo, why wouldn't they rather give us just dessert than an entire meal? (Dessert is technically not on the official rules at all...I mean, if I happened to have researched it.)
So, we strolled in confidently, RRL already laughing at me and my hare-brained schemes and asked the very nice cashier if we could forgo the free meal and just get dessert. I may have mentioned that we were "on a date" and she might have giggled a little. She went to ask a manager. The manager didn't even look up from her task when asked and just shook her head "no" to the request...until I chimed in "Please. We got a babysitter for our four kids just so we could enjoy some dessert together." She looked up. Grinned at us. And gave us free dessert.
And even better than the free dessert was the time I got to hang out with this guy. Who tolerates the way I might (slightly) overddo traditions this. Who plays along. And loves me all the more for it.