Posted On: Tuesday - April 7th 2020 7:38PM MST
In Topics:   Humor  US Police State
A close friend has a distant relative a ways from us who had been in the oil shale business before retiring. This guy, from my friend's words (I talked to him only once), made some millions in the business through a great idea and hard work and seems a down-to-earth guy.
This rich guy related that, with his millions in savings, because things are locked down so much, he can't even go out for a very nice meal now, in the middle of his retirement years. (It's the "can't take it with you" factor. Fair enough.)
Country-wide, it's take-out only, if any service at all. This goes for Chick fil A, as well as the restaurants that give only integer dollar prices on the menu, if any prices are shown at all. (See Scenes from a Fancy French Restaurant ...)
Can you imagine the scene then, as Mr. retired oilman drives up to the window at Clair de Lune in his late-model BMW sedan?:
"I'll have the Filet Mignon, medium-rare ..."
"Want Aligot Scalloped Potatoes with that?"
"Uhh, yeah, and instead of a Coke, can I substitute a 1998 Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dam, no ice?"
"That'll be an upcharge of 165. You want ho^$@ m*tard, ranch, or Grey P##!* ..."
"You got garbled, what was the last thing?"
"But, of course. Ohh, throw in 2 packs of them Godiva Chocalatier truffles."
"That'll be 335. Move to the next window."
"Wait, I forgot, Supersize me!"