Breakfast With Frog
We are slowly getting better at playing guitar together at the same pace and
are often even playing the same chords at the same time. We are not yet ready to go on tour.
Breakfast did
not go as well.
Keeping up
with Frog’s schedule, I got up a little earlier than usual to make
breakfast.
Breakfast is
one of my specialties.
I put on a
pot of coffee, fried up some bacon, poached eggs, stirred up home-fried
potatoes and toasted English muffins.
It was all
plated and waiting when Frog got a phone call from work.
Actually, he
is retired, so it wasn’t really work, it was his used-to-be- work calling for
his free expertise.
He was on
the phone for ten minutes while his breakfast was ready. I was getting a bit miffed.
After fifteen
minutes the poached eggs went from perfectly runny yolk to slightly hardened yolk. The bacon was getting soggy, potatoes and coffee
were luke warm, and the muffins were hardening.
I was even more miffed.
After thirty
minutes, he was off the phone. I was finished eating my breakfast; his
breakfast was, as far as I was concerned, completely ruined. I was more than miffed.
“Well, I
hope your happy. I get up early to make you breakfast, and you can’t cut a
phone call short. Breakfast is ruined. I worked very hard to make a perfect
breakfast and you don’t even care!”
“I had to
take the call.”
“Oh sure,
your ex-boss calls and you drop everything, while all I ask is a little
consideration that you are available when the breakfast I worked so hard to
make was ready!”
“But…”
“Don’t
but me; you don’t know what I go through to give you a nice meal. What do you do? You ignore me! You always do that! You never think about me!”
“Ah Joe…”
“And then
we don’t even get to eat together, you always do that…we never talk anymore!”
“Ah Joe…”
“What?”
“When did
you become my wife?”
“Um…
Shut up
and eat your breakfast.”
“It’s
still good; eggs are hard, bacon and potatoes a bit soggy, muffins hard, and
the coffee is cold, but otherwise it’s good.”
“Fuck
you!”
“Can you pour
me some fresh hot coffee?”
“Coming up…
and still;
Fuck you!”
Friends for
fifty-five years…Priceless!
That's what friendship is all about. Now you've made me hungry.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
Friends can speak their minds without ruining the friendship. Old friends, old married couple - same dynamics! ☺
ReplyDeleteTen minutes waiting time (for breakfast) is a lot of time.
ReplyDeleteAre you sure you two are married? Sounds like it to me. Just saying.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day, Joe. 😎
At least there was no JERK-calling.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to feel needed (for both of you)
ReplyDeleteI think it is great you have a friendship of those many years' duration! Honestly, I love poached eggs If anyone made them for me, I'd be so attentive to eat them when they were ready.
ReplyDeletebetty
haha
ReplyDeletebefore me it was said by your friend :)
yes this story is supper interesting and reminded me days when we were newly married and i would find each such move from hubby "unforgivable" what a shame when i remember the night when he went to hotel one night to grab us late night dinner and it took him bit longer than i expected i closed the door and he knocked it for almost fifteen minutes
now i can slap myself for such stupidity
ah wives hua :)))
:) :) :)
ReplyDeleteFriendships like this don't come easy and fifty-five years should get you both a couple of medals or more.
ReplyDeleteYou do indeed sound like a married couple, haha. Cherish those long friendships, you're lucky to have that connection after all those years!
ReplyDeleteYour his guitar wife. :-) That sounds like a great breakfast!
ReplyDeleteThat breakfast made me hungry, not so much after it sat a while. You two did sound for all the world like an old married couple. Now maybe you will understand when Mrs. C uses some of the same words. Old friendships will survive and even thrive just like long marriages do.
ReplyDeleteYour annoyance reminds me of being on the phone with my 86 year old mom, though this happened when she was 60, too. Anyway, mid-sentence (mine), she begins giving orders to my step-father. *Sigh* Patience Anita... "You love her and she loves you."
ReplyDeleteYou and Frog - brotherly love.
Heeheehee! Yep, best buddies, i love it.
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