Goodnight Babsie

Last night Aunt Faigela and I decided to not cook but to get a bite to eat at a nearby restaurant. Nothing extravagant, just a simple meal - not even desert, thanks to our latest diet. Having these very occasional no-frills nights out gives us both a break from the routine and a chance to just talk. What promised to be a nice night out almost turned into something else: panic.

Babsie, the waitress, took our order. Babsie is a long time member of the staff at this restaurant and we've gotten used to her rather dour manner. Half-way through our meal she came to our table and asked how everything was. Fine, we answered. Then Babsie started talking about the economy, how no one could afford a house (music to my ears you can be sure). As a matter of fact, said Babsie, even eating out in her restaurant was a luxury no one should or could afford anymore. But, said Faigela, we felt the value we received was good: very decent food at a moderate cost. Yes, countered Babsie, but it's still too expensive, no one can afford it anymore.

After finishing our meal - yes, we did enjoy it - we paid up. Before leaving, I glanced around at all the other waitresses. Each was counting on the paycheck and tips generated by folks like us that, while being sensible and frugal, still chose to ignore the Babsies of this world.

Thank goodness Babsie doesn't have a television audience. But, then again, maybe she does.