花老媽的錢，討兒子的好

生了兩天病的兒子的胃口還沒回來。中午說想吃pizza,點名要Monica’s pizza. 好吧，趁老媽不在，我們父子倆出門打牙祭了。

穿過田野，開車5分鍾就到。一路上沒暈車，看樣子流感是差不多好了。餐館人不多。兒子點了一個小pizza,加family-size的bread-stick,十條，說要給老媽帶回去幾根。老爸點個色拉就夠了。菜還沒上來，兒子開始擔心了：“Dad, how much cash do you have?”

"Not much, 15 dollars." 老爸知道他擔心什麽。“I have my credit card.”

“They may not take it. you better ask. Also you have to pay tip in cash."兒子還是不放心。

”You see, next door is the bank we always go. So we can get cash there. By the way, we can pay tip by credit card."兒子才安心。

胃口明顯不大。一條bread stick,一小塊pizza, 兒子就說夠了。吃不完的，打包回家。一算賬， 哇，老媽這下要抱怨了--我一小時的加班費又被你兩吃光了。



(10/21/2009)