A date with Tarzan
It's Friday. We both had interesting days. Tarzan called me and asked if he could take me out to dinner. I, of course, said "yes." We got in the car and started out. He asked, "Where would you like to go?" Once again, I was sucked into answering that dreaded question. "Rubio's" I said. "Oh, I was thinking Applebees." "Okay. That's fine with me. Let's go to Applebees." We headed west to the Applebees on 51st Avenue. There were people everywhere waiting in line. Tarzan said, "I'm not in the mood to wait in a line like that. Let's go somewhere else." He began to drive again and stared down the road to our house. I asked, "where are we going?" Thinking he had decided to just go home. "The Casino. I feel like a good steak." We headed south on 51st Avenue. At the Casino, the smell of cigarette smoke was overpowering. They no longer had a "restaurant." They only had a deli. What?