I was sat on top of a tiny dump truck when my mother finally arrived. The dump truck was black and so I was slowly being fried in the hot sun.
"Son, I have arrived for you! I am terribly sorry for being late again!"
"This is the fourth time this week, mother! All of the other dancers left forty minutes ago!"
"I shall take you for a hispanic dinner to make up for this tragedy. How does that sound?" She asks, giving me a sympathetic look.
"It sounds well deserved, especially since my stomach has began eating my small intestine out of sheer starvation." I pause briefly to give my mother a quizzical look.
"Although I do find it concerning the way you frequently attempt to buy my love and respect."
"Please don't be silly, son! Get in the car so that we can have out supper!"
The drive is quite relaxing, and if only my mother was instead replaced with my true love, then this experience would have been very romantic.
The soothing orchestra coming up from the speakers with the setting sun sparkly though the leaves is just wonderful.
"Did any of the boys beat you up today, son?"
"They did not. My dancing has improved considerably. They only pick on the beginners."
"Wonderful news, son."
We pull off the road and into a dirt parking lot. It's jam packed with dusty cars. At the centre of the automobile maze is an orange roofed building with smoke coming up from a chimney.
It's a small little thang. Through the glass I can see that there are many families already sat down to eat. My mother finds a parking spot and switches the car off.
"Are you ready, son?"
"Indeed! Let's get moving! The smell is causing me to salivate in the most extraordinary way!"
"I am in that boat as well, m'boy!"
We exit the vehicle and head towards the front entrance. Once inside I find that the room is filled with smoke and that the smell is overwhelmingly powerful. My knees become weak.
My eyes are watering like a faucet but alas, my prize is most important at this time! My mother and I take our places in line. There is a steely resolution drawn across our proud faces.
"NEXT!!" Roars the man behind the counter. He looks vaguely familiar...
"STEVE??" Gasps my mother.
My dad begins blinking profusely and refuses to make eye contact.
"Uh- welcome to Henry's Hispanic Hospitality, what can I get for you folks this evening?"
"Since when do you work here?" Asks my mother.
My father ignores her and begins listing the specials. I see him starting to get pale. "We have a lovely chicken roasted in rosemary and dill- it has wonderful colour."
"Does this mean we could've been getting free food from here all these years?!" I ask in horror.
"The taste of our fresh fish is one of a kind-," croaks my dad, who has become cross eyed and is shaking like a dog.
"It very tasty!" Suddenly there's a bang as my dad whips around like a maniac and bolts into the kitchen, screaming all the way.
"That was weird." I say.
A woman comes to replace my father behind the counter. "Can I take your order?"
"We'll take two chickens!"
"Make that three!" Declares a booming voice behind me. I turn around and see my father approaching. He's wearing a tight blue suit and is carrying a brief case in his right hand.
"Hello son, how was dance class today?"
"How'd you change so quickly?" Gasps my mother.
"What are you talking about?" Laughs my father. "I've been wearing this all day!"
"There's literally grease on your forehead and you're still wearing a hair-net on your head."
My dad's eyes go wide in horror as he rips off the hear net and whips it at a nearby family.
"HAHA son! The imagination that you harbour never ceases to amaze me!" He pats me on the back. "But tonight is not about me, it's about me and my family!"
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