Me and My New Homegirl, Vivian...
Vivian! When we entered Nifty Fifties tonight, I was sure it would be another tasty night, catching up on this week’s happenings with my good-good friend Steve. I knew we would talk, eat spicy cheese fries and bacon cheese burgers, Steve with raw onions, I would have them fried. I expected nothing spectacular…
Oh, but Vivian, you were a breath of fresh pork-beef-lard tainted air! Your quirkiness was nothing short of a Curb Your Enthusiasm guest appearance. You were so goofy and awkward—which to me equals awesome.
I don’t know which was awesome-er: the time I requested malt for my fries and you brought me a cup filled to the brim with powdered malt intended for a root beer float. Or perhaps, it was how you eagerly came over to make sure we were still enjoying our food just the same, as if it would somehow loose it’s appeal after the third, fifth, or twenty-fifth bite. In the end, I think it was the way you continued to add to the intimacy of our encounter by ending each sentence without words, or even a whisper, just wrapping your lips around phrases in hopes that we know how to read lips as well as any hearing impaired patron. It was like we were best friends tonight, the three of us.
Vivian, you are the best!
To anyone reading this: if you’re eating @ the Nifty’s on Street Rd., in Bensalem, PA. and you don’t tip my friend Vivian—you’ll have to answer to Mz.Soul. Holla!
You know, I’ve never been to Nifty Fifties?
I don’t know which was awesome-er: the time I requested malt for my fries and you brought me a cup filled to the brim with powdered malt intended for a root beer float. Or perhaps, it was how you eagerly came over to make sure we were still enjoying our food just the same, as if it would somehow loose it’s appeal after the third, fifth, or twenty-fifth bite.
haha, luving it. (that just reminded me of the Mc Donald’s commercial, ba da dah da dah, im luving it….and im done, ha