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It's about five o'clock in the evening and the phone rings. It's my old surfer buddy Todd and he wants to know if I want to hook up with him and his younger brother Mitch to have dinner at Gilberts, our favorite Mexican restaurant. I had not seen Todd or Mitch for quite a while, so it would be good to meet with them and see what's they've been up to.
Waiter comes up to our table and asks us, "Would you like something to drink?" We all order the usual, Margarita's and a side order of chips. As we talk, I break the news about my father passing away from cancer. Todd says, "Hey, Ron. , Sorry to hear that about . your old man." A few moments of silence pass, then Mitch asks, "So did the old man leave you some money ...or did his girlfriend pocket the whole thing?" I answer, "No, I got some of it ...enough to party I'd say for the next twenty-five years." Todd then interrupts and says, "Ron finally has some money? Holy shit! That means he's finally treating us to dinner..." Mitch, realizing that I'm now stuck with the tab, then yells out, "Ron's paying for dinner? |
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Hey waiter! Make those Margarita's doubles ...and get some more guacamole to go with those chips." I've known Todd and Mitch since we were just kids and here they are in their forties, still as
mischievous as ever.
As our food arrives, Mitch asks me if I've thought about where I'm going to invest my inheritance. I answer I really don't have a clue. Todd then says to me, "Hey Ron, now that you finally landed the big one, you know what you should do?" As Todd is talking, Mitch is munching away on the chips and Todd then grabs the chips right out of Mitch's hand and says, "Hey! You asshole! You're eating all the chips..." Mitch then grabs an even larger handful of chips and they practically start a food fight right there in the restaurant. Two guys in their forties and they are acting like they were still in their early teens.
As Todd takes a sip of his Margarita, he looks like he's about to choke on it as he says to me, "I've got it! You know what you should do? Man, if I were you, |
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