The other day we went to Subway for dinner. This is one of their long and skinny restaurants, where the booths are all up front and the restrooms are in the back.
The employee (EE), who couldn't have been out of high school, asks Conor what he wants.
"I want bread," pointing to a picture of wheat bread that the employee can't see.
Me: "He wants a six inch wheat bread."
EE: "What do you want on your bread?"
Conor: "Butter."
EE: "Uummmm... we don't have butter, how about turkey, ham, cheese..."
Conor: "Okay."
Me: "Turkey, ham and cheese?"
Conor: "Yes."
EE: "Do you want anything else on it?"
Conor: "Yes, ketchup."
We decided to eat there so we took our food and sat in one of the booths at the very front of the restaurant. Conor needed to go potty, so Liesel took him to the back and waited for him. "Mr Independent" has to go into the restroom by himself, and since its a one-holer, we let him. He goes in and locks the lock on the door knob as well as the sliding lock above it, (the industrial looking ones that establishments put on the door when the regular lock breaks).
Conor finishes, washes his hands, unlocks the door knob lock and tries to open the door. The next thing I hear is Conor banging on the door as hard as he can and screaming at the top of his voice "Let go of the door!"
Everyone in the restaurant, including the employees, turns around and looks at me, at the same time I look at Liesel, who is standing in the hallway outside the door, cracking up but looking totally innocent.
Me: "Liesel, let go of that door and let him out!"
Liesel, backing up against the wall with her hands up as if someone had shoved a gun in her back: "I'm not touching the door!"
Everyone is still looking at me while Liesel is dying laughing trying to tell Conor between bangs and screams to unlock the top lock. He can't hear her and thinks she is still holding the door...
I go back to the restrooms, tell Liesel to go back up front, Conor is still screaming and banging, and now I am trying to tell him to calm down and unlock the top lock.
EE to the rescue... EE goes into women's room, removes ceiling panel, climbs into ceiling, and starts to remove ceiling panel over men's room, when Conor finally realizes the top lock is still locked.
Conor unlocks the top lock, opens door, walks out and calmly says, "I got it." EE replaces ceiling tile, climbs out of ceiling, replaces other ceiling tile, and goes back to work, laughing the entire time...
From now on, I think we are going to order our food To-Go...
An erratically updated blog of moments in time with the Davis Family, starring Tom, Renee, Liesel, Conor, their friends and family, and unsuspecting passers-by...
Sunday, July 29, 2007
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