I received an email from an OLD friend the other day and I thought I’d post it here. I guess by the definition below that I’m older than dirt but I don’t [always] feel that way!
Someone asked the other day, ‘What was your favourite fast food when you were growing up?’
We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,’ I informed him.
All the food was slow.’
C’mon, seriously. Where did you eat?’
It was a place called ‘at home,” I explained. !
Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.’
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.