Tonight my Grandpa, some of his brother in laws, my Dad, and I went out for Friday Night Fish Fry. The diner dates back to the ’50s and in many respects looks it. Most of the clientele are retired. The booths are vinyl, the coffee bottomless, and pie a forgone conclusion.
Conversation flowed as you would expect. Politics, family, fishing, Hawks football. But being Iowa, it came with its own flavor.
Waitress: “And what will your side be? We have everything listed plus vegetables.”
Guy 1: “You got corn?”
Waitress: “No, I’ve got baby carrots?”
Guy 1: “No corn? Mph, I guess I’ll take baby carrots.”
Waitress: “And how about you?”
Guy 2: “You got corn?”
* Guy 1 perks up * “If he gets corn, I want corn.”
Waitress: * still smiling * “We don’t have corn. Try a salad.”
Guy 2: “Huh. No corn, eh? I guess I’ll also have carrots…”
Guy 3: “She already said she didn’t have corn!”
Guy 2: * looks flummoxed * “No corn, huh.”