Do you ever find it ironic the memories we retain from when we were a kid? I look back at photos and barely remember the memories in them. However, I remember pizza and a fire...
When I was a kid, my family went to "camp" every weekend. Now for those of you that are now confused, "camp" to us Northerners is what you would call "the cottage". My parents camp, now home, is on Manitoulin Island. So every Friday, we would pack up the mini van and hit the road for "the island".
On the road my parents took us out to dinner at a different restaurant along the way. This particular Friday, we decided upon Cortinos Pizza in Espanola. We did our usual while waiting for our pizza, enjoying our family chit chat and playing hangman on the napkins.
Finally, we spotted our waitress walking towards us, it was like a vision, a dream, an angel floating our way with our pizza on a platter with a pedestal. Okay, we were a little hungry... She smiled and sat our pizza down on the table. Yes... pizza!!
Oh uh!! Just as the waitress was about to turn and leave us, the napkin under the pizza caught fire from the candle sitting under the pedestal pizza platter. The waitress suddenly lost her smile and found her panic. Her hands flew to her face with a loud gasp of breath. She froze and had no apparent clue as to what to do. My dad, as cool as a cucumber, just like he is in any panic situation, reached over grabbed my glass of water and threw it at the fire.
Out within seconds... Dad to the rescue!! As soon as the waitress was out of earshot, we all had a good laugh. The poor waitress must have felt a little foolish.
Wow... a silly memory but a good one...
When I was a kid, my family went to "camp" every weekend. Now for those of you that are now confused, "camp" to us Northerners is what you would call "the cottage". My parents camp, now home, is on Manitoulin Island. So every Friday, we would pack up the mini van and hit the road for "the island".
On the road my parents took us out to dinner at a different restaurant along the way. This particular Friday, we decided upon Cortinos Pizza in Espanola. We did our usual while waiting for our pizza, enjoying our family chit chat and playing hangman on the napkins.
Finally, we spotted our waitress walking towards us, it was like a vision, a dream, an angel floating our way with our pizza on a platter with a pedestal. Okay, we were a little hungry... She smiled and sat our pizza down on the table. Yes... pizza!!
Oh uh!! Just as the waitress was about to turn and leave us, the napkin under the pizza caught fire from the candle sitting under the pedestal pizza platter. The waitress suddenly lost her smile and found her panic. Her hands flew to her face with a loud gasp of breath. She froze and had no apparent clue as to what to do. My dad, as cool as a cucumber, just like he is in any panic situation, reached over grabbed my glass of water and threw it at the fire.
Out within seconds... Dad to the rescue!! As soon as the waitress was out of earshot, we all had a good laugh. The poor waitress must have felt a little foolish.
Wow... a silly memory but a good one...
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