One week Calvin came home from school and told me he needed more lunch money.
"But I just sent you with a month-size check less than two weeks ago! What happened to all that money? Did you eat lunch twice every day?"
"Well, I turned in the lunch money. I don't know why it's all gone. I think someone was watching me from behind one day and got my code. I'm sure that kid is using it too."
That didn't seem real plausible but I went with it. I believe my teenage boy. The next morning I called the school to talk to the lunch ladies and find out why Calvin was out of money. I explained the story I was told and was greeted with laughter.
"That's a good story but he's been coming in for breakfast for the past three weeks now. Boy, he's pretty original! Have to give him credit for that story!"
Showing posts with label lunch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lunch. Show all posts
10.13.2009
6.14.2009
Lunchtime
"Guess what we had for lunch!?!" Baby exclaimed when he called me this week at work.
"What?" I casually asked, figuring they had cooked something on the stovetop again this week.
"We ordered 5 Buck Pizza!" I was dead wrong.
"What? How'd you do that?"
"Middle Child called them and ordered it. We had it delivered!" He was so stinking proud of themselves.
"Wow! Really?" I was a little stunned. Middle Child has mentioned several times that Calvin had programmed 5 Buck Pizza into his phone. (During school he and some friends had ordered it before lunch and expected it to arrive during lunch. Then the pizza delivery guy came a few minutes early and his teacher was kind enough to excuse him from class to pay for the pizza. The teacher only charged him one piece of pizza.)
"Yeah!"
"How did you pay for the pizza?"
"I had money. I used my money." Baby is proud of the money he collects.
"And whose idea was it for you to buy pizza?"
"It was Middle Child's idea." I have previously mentioned Middle Child's ability to get what he wants right here.
"So, how much was the pizza?"
"Five bucks!" Duh. "I paid him five bucks and I tipped him." He was so proud.
"How much did you tip him?" I didn't know he understood the whole tipping process. I thought maybe he gave the poor delivery guy a quarter.
"I tipped him two. . ." and I thought, Wow, he's generous with two quarters, "dollars and thirty cents." He may understand tipping but he still isn't aware of taxes.
"Wow! So you paid for the whole pizza?"
"Yes, but Middle Child said he will pay me back." Famous last words of many people.
Then a light bulb slowly flickered and finally lit up. "If you guys do your chores all week before I get home from work, I will give you seven dollars on Friday so you can order pizza for lunch!" These chores are beginning to get expensive.
"That'd be great Mom! I'll do my chore every day!" I'll be lucky if it lasts three weeks. Nevertheless, I was pretty impressed with their resourcefulness at such a young age. Despite my best intentions I am raising Real Men; they don't want to cook for themselves.
"What?" I casually asked, figuring they had cooked something on the stovetop again this week.
"We ordered 5 Buck Pizza!" I was dead wrong.
"What? How'd you do that?"
"Middle Child called them and ordered it. We had it delivered!" He was so stinking proud of themselves.
"Wow! Really?" I was a little stunned. Middle Child has mentioned several times that Calvin had programmed 5 Buck Pizza into his phone. (During school he and some friends had ordered it before lunch and expected it to arrive during lunch. Then the pizza delivery guy came a few minutes early and his teacher was kind enough to excuse him from class to pay for the pizza. The teacher only charged him one piece of pizza.)
"Yeah!"
"How did you pay for the pizza?"
"I had money. I used my money." Baby is proud of the money he collects.
"And whose idea was it for you to buy pizza?"
"It was Middle Child's idea." I have previously mentioned Middle Child's ability to get what he wants right here.
"So, how much was the pizza?"
"Five bucks!" Duh. "I paid him five bucks and I tipped him." He was so proud.
"How much did you tip him?" I didn't know he understood the whole tipping process. I thought maybe he gave the poor delivery guy a quarter.
"I tipped him two. . ." and I thought, Wow, he's generous with two quarters, "dollars and thirty cents." He may understand tipping but he still isn't aware of taxes.
"Wow! So you paid for the whole pizza?"
"Yes, but Middle Child said he will pay me back." Famous last words of many people.
Then a light bulb slowly flickered and finally lit up. "If you guys do your chores all week before I get home from work, I will give you seven dollars on Friday so you can order pizza for lunch!" These chores are beginning to get expensive.
"That'd be great Mom! I'll do my chore every day!" I'll be lucky if it lasts three weeks. Nevertheless, I was pretty impressed with their resourcefulness at such a young age. Despite my best intentions I am raising Real Men; they don't want to cook for themselves.
1.28.2009
My Favorite Restaurant
Today I had lunch at McDonald's. Yeah! I was craving a Double-Cheeseburger-No-Ketchup. Love that sandwich. I know. It's sad. But that's me. Simple as can be.
I'm proud of McDonald's, they're putting the handicapped to work. My Order-Taker/Cashier was hard of hearing. I'm not sure a half-deaf person should be taking orders from people. Today when I got in line I ordered a 1.) Double-Cheeseburger-No-Ketchup, 2.) Small Fry (gotta watch that girlish figure run away), and 3.) Medium Diet Coke. I swiped my card and patiently waited for my food. Then the Order-Taker/Cashier handed me a small cup. All of a sudden my whole order was suspect. What if she didn't get my Double-Cheeseburger-No-Ketchup order correct?
"I needed (no emphasis added even though I was feeling it) a Medium Diet Coke," I calmly explained.
She kind of looked around, looked at the cash register (I'm sure she was wondering if she should charge me the extra $0.30), and finally just gave me the Medium cup.
Then the other girl behind the counter slapped my burger on the tray. I didn't see that scrap of paper designating my Double-Cheeseburger-No-Ketchup as Special and Different from the rest. I didn't say anything at the time. I just grabbed my tray and headed back to my favorite table in the back corner. It's pretty low traffic back there and I can read my book in peace. I promptly ate my French Fries. Those must be eaten before they go cold. The Double-Cheeseburger-No-Ketchup will keep it's heat long enough for me to stuff my face with fries.
Then I took a deep breath and opened the paper on the Double-Cheeseburger-Probably-With-Ketchup, expecting to find Ketchup today. Not that I was happy about it, but I wasn't about to go up and complain when the poor girl had hearing issues. But much to my surprise, the scrap paper for special orders was underneath the Double-Cheeseburger-No-Ketchup! Yeah! Lunch was great after all. And my apologies to the Order-Taker/Cashier for doubting her abilities.
I'm proud of McDonald's, they're putting the handicapped to work. My Order-Taker/Cashier was hard of hearing. I'm not sure a half-deaf person should be taking orders from people. Today when I got in line I ordered a 1.) Double-Cheeseburger-No-Ketchup, 2.) Small Fry (gotta watch that girlish figure run away), and 3.) Medium Diet Coke. I swiped my card and patiently waited for my food. Then the Order-Taker/Cashier handed me a small cup. All of a sudden my whole order was suspect. What if she didn't get my Double-Cheeseburger-No-Ketchup order correct?
"I needed (no emphasis added even though I was feeling it) a Medium Diet Coke," I calmly explained.
She kind of looked around, looked at the cash register (I'm sure she was wondering if she should charge me the extra $0.30), and finally just gave me the Medium cup.
Then the other girl behind the counter slapped my burger on the tray. I didn't see that scrap of paper designating my Double-Cheeseburger-No-Ketchup as Special and Different from the rest. I didn't say anything at the time. I just grabbed my tray and headed back to my favorite table in the back corner. It's pretty low traffic back there and I can read my book in peace. I promptly ate my French Fries. Those must be eaten before they go cold. The Double-Cheeseburger-No-Ketchup will keep it's heat long enough for me to stuff my face with fries.
Then I took a deep breath and opened the paper on the Double-Cheeseburger-Probably-With-Ketchup, expecting to find Ketchup today. Not that I was happy about it, but I wasn't about to go up and complain when the poor girl had hearing issues. But much to my surprise, the scrap paper for special orders was underneath the Double-Cheeseburger-No-Ketchup! Yeah! Lunch was great after all. And my apologies to the Order-Taker/Cashier for doubting her abilities.
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