Who Will Win This Saucy Duel

Tuesday we had company for our trip to the casino. My sister the ex-mayor's wife, and the former politician himself went along. By that I mean we drove separate cars. They take a different route, and to pick them up or meet them for the ride adds an hour each way to our journey. As frequent pee-ers, Hick and I prefer our routine.

There's nothing to report in the WIN column. Not a single one of us left with more money than we entered. In fact, I didn't even have a jackpot worthy of a slot picture! But we had a good time. And a decent lunch.

The high point of MY lunch was lemon meringue pie!

I don't usually have dessert at the casino, but when I do, it's lemon meringue pie! This was the last slice. No, it's NOT true that I only took it so Hick couldn't have it. He had the two-slice cheesecake container. And ate them both. My meringue was as high as an elephant's eye! Or at least as high as the top of the container. I think it got flattened a bit. I love the glow of light through my lemon. I don't know what that glow of light is from those blue dots in the background. I think they might have been lights on the stage. You can see the Ex-Mayor's elbow. And Sis's finger. We'll get to them later...

The Pony and I had the 3-Cheese Pizza. That's because Hick is fickle, and at the counter, declared that HE wanted his pulled pork sandwich and curly fries. Anyhoo... the pizza was good enough. For a cheese pizza. The Pony had mentioned the VEGGIE PIZZA, but I put the kibosh on that right away. When I want pizza, I don't want veggies! Actually, I don't want plain cheese, either. Not even three kinds. Anyhoo... we ate pizza and took some home. Hick ate all his meal, as did Sis and Ex-Mayor. But there's more to Sis's story.

In line, they somehow got ahead of us! I blame Hick for lagging at the hand-wash station. He always forgets, and has to walk back out of line to the entrance. I was fuming a bit while waiting. Please. Do you need smelling salts from the shock of that revelation?

"Why did you let them go ahead of us? You KNOW how she is!" [I love my sister, but she is very thorough in every public undertaking.]

"They just walked up there Val. It's not a big deal."

"My knees are breaking. And my back, too. I guess I'll lean on this partition here, where a thousand people have put their hands. So much for washing mine before we came in."

Meanwhile, Sis was playing 20 Questions with the order-taker/server. And so was Ex-Mayor.

SIS: "Now, what comes with this? Okay. I'll have the burger. I don't know. What kinds of cheese to you have? Oh. Um. I'll take sharp cheddar. What? I thought you said that. Oh. Okay. I'll have the sharp American. And fries. Oh. The regular kind. And a soda. I want a soda."

EX: "Uh. I'll have the Grilled Chicken Club. These chips... are they like homemade chips? No? Oh, you're out of them anyway? Well, I'll have tots."

SIS: "Can I get some BBQ sauce on my burger?"

SERVER: "No. It doesn't come with that. Not unless you get something like chicken."

EX: "Can I get it with my Chicken Club?"

SERVER: "No."

SIS: "Will you check my card to see if I have any discounts? We don't get your mailer any more. Twenty-one dollars? Yes. I'll use it. Can I used it to pay for everybody? Yes. I mean just the two of US."

EX: "Will you check my card, too? Even though she's paying for mine? Oh! I have twenty-five dollars!"

SIS: "Now if I used that, will it affect my free play? It won't? Good."

"Heh, heh! It will too! She could have used that for slots, but now she used it for food. And Ex-Mayor can still use his to play on!" I told The Pony while hunched over the metal railing. Waiting...

As Hick was ready to order, a lady came up behind Sis and Ex-Mayor, who were picking up their soda cups. She was there to get a carry-out order. SERVER went over to get it for her.

SERVER: "Did you have the chicken?"

LADY: "Yes. To go."

 

SERVER: "Did you want BBQ sauce?"

 

LADY: "No. No sauce."

SIS: "Can I have the BBQ sauce? To put on my burger?"

SERVER: "No."

We finally put in our order, and went to sit with Sis and Ex-Mayor. Hick and I ate our desserts. Sis kept trying to find a way to get BBQ sauce.

SIS: "I don't know why she won't give it to me. People put BBQ sauce on hamburgers! Ex-Mayor, YOU ask her for some when she brings the food. She doesn't like ME!"

EX: "I already asked and she said no."

"They never even put BBQ sauce on my pulled pork sandwich! But Hick gets it every time! Too much! I have to ask, and one time, she brought me some in a plastic ramekin. But I know she won't bring it to me for pizza!"

"I can scrape some off my pork for you when it gets here..."

SIS: "No. That's fine. Here she comes! Ex-Mayor. Ask her."

EX: "Could I get some BBQ sauce for my chicken?"

SERVER: "I'll have to charge you 55 cents."

EX: "Oh. Never mind."

"It's not like it even costs them 55 cents for that! You know they buy it in a big barrel! Just a little squirt into a plastic cup can only cost a couple cents. She didn't even bring us salt and pepper and mustard and ketchup packets this time!"

Funny how we get much better service when Sis isn't along. Though I don't think she was out of line for asking for BBQ sauce to put on her burger. Ex-Mayor went up and bought her a 55-cent squirt of BBQ sauce. So don't you worry about Sis.