All we Wanted was Biscuits and Gravy.....

 


We followed Melodi out of town, onto highway 5, as we were leaving her home in Moorpark, California. It was early in the morning.  Traffic was already becoming heavy.  She showed us our road, waved out the window and we were on our way for the next part of our vacation.

We didn't eat breakfast before we left.  We would eat when we stopped for gas.  We took our coffee with us. The weather was perfect and we were each quiet knowing that we would not see Melodi for another year.

We finally started talking about all the fun we had with Melodi and the boys.  We were laughing and telling stories again about things that had happened on our trip. Talking helped a lot.

Soon we were hungry and ready to gas up. We see a sign reading "Gas $4.01" that was cheap for California that week. It also had a restaurant attached to the store.  As soon as we pull in we see that gas is really $4.29.  We were low on gas so we decided to bite the bullet and pay the outrageous amount.  As soon as we filled up, we went to the adjacent restaurant wanting coffee with an order of biscuits and gravy.  

It was a new Mexican restaurant that had opened earlier in the  week.  We walk up to the counter and ask if we could have an order of biscuits and gravy.  We should have known better, however sometimes if you ask you get what you want.  Not that day!  The man who waited on us was a beautiful, extremely nice man.  His English had our Spanish beat all to heck, but still we could not understand each other. He showed us the menu.  I could find nothing we wanted for breakfast.  Tommy said again," do you have any biscuits and gravy?"

The man caught the word "gravy" that time. He was smiling from ear to ear saying, "Soup!!!  Yes, yes we have soup"!!!  Tommy said "No not soup--gravy with biscuits". I look at Tommy and tell him we are in the wrong place and need to leave.  About that time, Tommy grabs the man's hand and shakes it vigorously.  He tells him that he hopes his restaurant is a huge success, we just happened to be in the wrong place.  We walk out of the restaurant like a couple of idiots. Get in our overpriced gas powered car and hit the road.  About 2 miles down the road we start laughing at ourselves and looking for a "Denny's"  to get biscuits and gravy.

Off and on all day one of us would say, out of the blue "Soup" and the laughter would start all over.  The other one would say, ""no gravy," laughing like two kids.

One of the things I bought Tommy when he retired, was a set of DVDs to teach us Spanish. They are still sealed in the box they came in.  I think when we recover from the trip, we might need to get them out and learn Spanish.  It would be helpful to know for the next time we are hungry and need to order in Spanish something other than biscuits and gravy.

                      This is the little puppy that got the whole
                      misunderstanding started!!!! $4.01 my foot!!!