A date night story
I’d like to share a very short from the date night Amy and I went on last night. On our way to continue our long running putt-putt tournement, we stopped off at the mall to run a few errands. Also, since she had earlier mentioned the possibility of eating at chick-fa-la, we were required, by our own private rules, to eat there. Up to this point, things are pretty normal. What made this particular night different is that the Merritt Island mall had an entire orchestra set up just outside the food court. They were from Liberty College though that particlar factoid is wholy unimportant. If you have never experienced such a thing, let me assure you that a full orchestra soundtrack makes the food court and really the whole mall visit significantly more “epic” feeling. AfteriMAge finishing giving our order, Amy stopped the guy helping us as the music backdrop began to grow louder and more power, “and wait for it. Wait for it. Wait for it….” the music peaked in a huge note and copias amounts of cymbol crahes. “Polynesian sause.” Neither I nor the guy behind the counter could really contol our laughter.
Yes, I know you probably don’t find it funny at all. You probably had to be there. Maybe next time we find ourselves ordering chicken sandwiches with live music soundtrack and I forget to order Polynesian sause just as the music peaks, you can join us. You will probably appreciate just a little more why I love my wife so much.
It really was very funny. I still giggle over it.