It’s a chicken and Shawarma platter over rice. They ask if you want it spicy and my husband’s typical response was, “kill me.” S0, he tried to finish it and failed miserably. He assumes it was the spices – and to his credit, it was spicy enough to attract an empty cab from miles away – but I think he’s just getting too old to eat like that anymore.
It was the kind of meal you need to follow with a three-hour nap, which he did. Even then, he was useless. Because he’s an April born Taurus, he’s headstrong as well as super stubborn and admitted defeat only after diagnosing himself with a failing liver. The conversation went, well…maybe I should get a check up. I agreed, and then he said, nah, I won’t because I’m afraid they might tell me I have Sclerosis of the liver.
And with that, he went to bed.
I don’t know much about Astrology, but every Taurean I’ve worked with always knew when to call it day. When the whistle blew, they had no qualms about punching out no matter how much of the workload was left – but his excuse right there, was probably the best line in the history of clocking out that I’ve ever heard. Don’t bother with a remedy – just say the worst possible scenario and go to bed. I should try that the next time I stay up late crunching numbers for the P.T.A. and say, “I should finish the Treasury report but I’m afraid of finding an inexplicable electronic payment to Lips and Zippers, so I’m going to bed.”
My husband decided that he’s too young to have Sclerosis of the liver, but I pointed out the friends he’s lost – and almost lost – recently to illnesses that were uncommonly premature. He appeared to be contemplating but it turned out, he was considering having a night cap. Should I mention the pirate-like attitude to his overall health? Plenty of rum, poor dental hygiene, and a penchant for crass tunes?
I think he hates it when I compare him to pirates. I’m like that when people bring up Yoko Ono. Is she the only famous Japanese woman on Earth? Well, yeah – apparently. You’d think there would be at least one other widely known Asian sister – apart from Lucy Liu. But no.
We have Lucy Liu and pirates. And the “idea” of an ailing liver.
For all my banter, I know he’s going to wind up like Mr. T, an old family friend who’s been smoking and drinking Budweiser since the dawn of his time. Mr. T stopped contributing to his retirement fund because he assumes he’ll be dead before he had a chance to retire and to be honest, we all kind of see the logic in that. I mean, nobody can pump that much poison in his body and come out alive unless that person was actually a vampire, right? I guess it only proves that vampires can come in all shapes and forms and the best way to weed them out is to ask if they contribute to their “retirement” account.
I’m sure Mr. T appreciates my comparing him to a vampire as much as my husband appreciates being compared to pirates. Fortunately for me, they don’t read either. And really, if anyone needs to put things down in writing, it’s my husband – he forgets every word he’s said as soon as he says them. Hey, maybe that’s why pirates have parrots…who knew?
In any case, he does intend to conquer the Omar someday, and I have no problem with that. King of Falafel made the best Falafel sandwich I’ve ever had. Ever. Soft, fluffy pita, falafel balls so ginormous, they were like eggs! The restaurant is located in Astoria, Broadway and 31st Street with an awning that says, “Yeahhhh Baby!” Who can argue with that?
Yo, ho, ho.