March 12,
2007
A
Pilgrimage To Paradise Part 2: The Fort Lauderdale Old Country Buffet
Todd Junior
is lying on his belly on the roof of the cabana in the late morning sun
with a water balloon in each hand, snickering and waiting for Little
Suzie to come around the corner. Little Suzie is in the bathroom making
up names for each of the 173 lizards who live in the toilet and keeping
an eye on the time. She wants to make certain that Todd Junior gets
enough sun out there on the roof of the cabana to actually go right past
sunburned and straight to extra-crispy.
Mom is
sitting in the shade by the pool with Grandma, sipping iced tea and
chatting about Great Aunt Ellen’s gall bladder. Dad is around the corner
at the Pompano Porno Emporium trying to buy a copy of the New York
Times, reasoning that, “After all, it is a bookstore – sort of.”
Grandpa, wearing a sweater, a ski jacket and a stocking cap, is
rummaging around for his bottle of brandy and his earmuffs.
Bernie the
Schnauzer, who had dozed off in a patch of sunlight, is being carried
across the parking lot and toward the dumpster by two optimistic
cockroaches.
It’s day
three in The Family’s stay at the Golden Palmetto Bug Motor Lodge in
Pompano Beach, Florida. The highlight of the trip so far has been
yesterday’s gala Early Bird Special at Big Norma’s Winn-Dixie View Café.
Today, the focus of the fun will be on the traditional visit to the
Senior Savings Hour at the Fort Lauderdale Old Country Buffet.
Grandma and
Grandpa function on a carefully designed and maintained meal schedule.
Grandma keeps a large message board in the kitchen, listing every
discount at all of their favorite restaurants, organized by day of the
week. For each entry she has a primary and at least one backup option
listed – she doesn’t want a repeat of the disastrous 1987 power failure
fiasco at Ingrid’s No-Need-To-Chew-It Smorgasbord.
Dad has
given up his quest for the New York Times and returns from the
Pompano Porno Palace with the pupils of his eyes permanently dilated.
Little Suzie’s timer rings, indicating that Todd Junior is roasted to
perfection, so she lobs her own water balloon at him from the balcony
overlooking the cabana. Mom and Grandma switch topics to Great Uncle
Charlie’s colonoscopy. Grandpa has found his earmuffs and his brandy,
and has achieved a happy sort of thermal equilibrium.
Bernie the
Schnauzer was startled awake and escaped when one of the cockroaches
tripped over a Toyota SUV, and is now in the grass behind the pool
happily rolling in a nest of fire ants.
Just after
lunch, they pack Bernie the Schnauzer in Calamine lotion, and everyone
else into Grandpa’s Buick, and they all head out toward the Old Country
Buffet for dinner. On the way to Fort Lauderdale they take time to pass
back and forth over the Intercoastal Waterway so that Grandpa can point
out every wastefully lavish home or boat, along with his cost estimate.
Then everybody takes turns speculating on how anyone could come up with
that much money.
They reach
the restaurant at exactly 4 p.m., along with 1,400 other senior
citizens. Todd Junior tries to convince Dad that a dinner plate full of
pudding actually does constitute a balanced diet, since it incorporates
every food group except broccoli. Mom, Grandma and Little Suzie each
make a salad and find a table. Grandpa bumps his forehead on the sneeze
shield and drops a mitten in the creamed corn.
On the way
home, Todd Junior’s sunburn starts to blister, providing Little Suzie
with her carefully planned Anti-Todd Junior deterrent weapon system. Dad
falls asleep in an Old Country Prime Rib coma. Mom and Grandma explore
the topic of Aunt Meg and Uncle Bob’s twins and their recent adventure
with chicken pox. Grandpa heads back to Pompano on the expressway this
time, giving up the possibility of repeating Intercoastal Housing
Critique in the interest of getting back to the Golden Palmetto Bug by
their normal 7:30 p.m. bedtime.
It’s the
end of another perfect day. Next week: A Pilgrimage To Paradise Part
3 – A Scientific Interlude With A Two-Headed Cow.
Copyright © 2007,
Michael Ball
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