Saturday, July 17, 2010

Post 1297 - Twisting My Arm

I type these humble words (they're ALWAYS humble words, aren't they?) while my mother sits across from me, here at the Old Gummers Restaurant. It's also known as the Irving Big Stop in New Minas.  Hardly anyone under the age of 45 or so eats here, so I guess I quality, if only barely.

I do not care for the food here.  I did, years ago, but it has become as bland and gray as Stephen Harper's personality.   The veggies are all mushy, and the meat is weird.  Coffee is good, though, and so is my  mother's company.

We are having a lunch break before we resume shopping.  I'm having coffee with an old friend at 3pm.

Should be a good day.



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