I know I’ve mentioned in the past that generally on Sundays after church our family patronizes Meyer’s Restaurant and Bar in Greenfield. It is very much like Cheers for us where everybody knows your name.
At roughly 12:40 this afternoon I made my customary walk to the bar to catch the Packer score and was stunned to see it was already 14-0 in favor of Tennessee.
Keeping an eye on the TVs were a few regulars, the restaurant owner and the woman who usually tends bar on Sundays.
A few minutes later the door burst open and a woman in her 60’s barreled in wearing Packer ear rings, a Packer shirt, and those Packer pants that could double for pajamas. The door behind her wasn’t even closed before she spoke out to folks in the bar she apparently knew.
“I had to get outta there. I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“He likes to laugh at them when they’re down and he knows I don’t like that so I said I’m leaving.”
He was her husband who it seems was too sarcastic for his better half’s sake.
And so she plopped herself down and ordered a drink.
Another patron beat me to the thought. Could it be she reacted exactly the way her husband had hoped?