One Eyed Thai Guy

When our work schedules jive, a friend of mine and I will do lunch together. We almost never decide where we'll dine until cigarette is lit, car is exiting the parking lot and we're driving in any direction where we know food will be found. Often we end up at a local Thai chain, that strangely enough is combined with what I think might be some sort of mediterranean fare inside, but that's another oddity unto itself really. We've been going to this place since November of last year. That's right...10 months. On our last visit I noticed that the dude behind the sizzling cook-top had just one regular eye. The other...amiss. Not unlike you might see on a shelter dog in the pound who has been sewn up after some illegal dog fighting competition or something. I was a bit weirded out when I confirmed with my said friend once we sat down to eat. I asked if his eye was missing. She proceeded to tell me that yes, and it appears today he wasn't wearing the pirate patch he's usually donning. I have never even noticed the damn patch in all these months either! He's happy. Or seems to be anyways. I've not once regarded him as someone disgruntled, etc. He probably enjoys a great life, uni-vision. We got to make it work, right? A recent celebrity interview that I heard while listening to the radio uncovered a great analogy that is worthy of spreading. Stacy Ferguson, a.k.a. Fergie of the 'Black Eyed Peas' was telling the announcer/host that she felt as though currently her great life was just like being in the middle of a fantastic book. What a splendid way to look at things, I thought. We got a beginning, an end. Chapters. Climax. I could go on. It's clever. But back to restaurants. You know that moment when the hostess grabs the menu's for your party and escorts you as if she's mama duck and you're the chicks following along in single file? You turn around the corner, and whether it was requested or not; you're thrilled once it's unveiled that your dining experience will be spent in the comfort of a booth! I ask this. If that makes us all so darn happy, why don't we have booths in our own kitchens? Right? I even posed this question once recently to a friend (can't remember which one) and honestly while I also don't recall the perfectly logical argument that was presented...seriously...does it not now make you ponder? Whatever the case may be; whether you're the one eyed Asian food guy, sole female member of the black eyed, or eyeing the cushy booth at the local resto, make the most of the happy.

Toodles