Vic And Al

Sunday breakfast after Mass at a Mexican restaurant with two octogenarians; Italian friends who have been in the produce business for over sixty years and in a love hate relationship the entire time. What could be funnier?

These two are quite the characters. Vic asked me for a hall pass to use the Rest Room. I tore a piece of the paper placemat and handed it to him. The room was in use so he returned to the table. I scrunched it up and tossed it aside when he handed it back.

When he was done eating, the 85 year old got up and remembered the idea of the pass. He dug around under my plate and flattened it out to take with him. I forgot what he was mumbling but we were hysterical with laughter.

While he was gone, Al took all of our check plates (with our meal charges) and piled them up in front of his seat. The facial expressions Vic made when he returned were priceless. He didn't have to say a word. Al was ready to split his gut trying to hold in his laughter. Mom and I were just laughing out loud.

I got tips on how to select and ripen a tomato (pick a hothouse, place it stem side down on a paper towel on top of the refrigerator) and how to peel a banana without those pesky threads (massage the bottom then stick your nail or knife into it and peel it from there).

Oh, and there really is no way to pick out a good watermelon. Just ask your produce man to cut it half for you. Hopefully, you'll get an old Italian one. Produce man, not watermelon. :-)