clifffaith
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View attachment 13055 So we're having lunch at a neighborhood restaurant called Hawaiian Bakery. As the name implies their specialty is Hawaiian style food. I assume they ship their bread products all over so you may have had their bread and rolls. Mister Engineer starts disparaging (to me) the size of the beer bottle saying there is no way that is a 12 oz bottle. I tell him my iced tea is in the same size glass I just watched him pour his beer into, and it sure looks like 12 oz to me. On and on he bitches, and has to order a second bottle just to grumble some more. So he then dries the first bottle out with his napkin and has me shove it in my purse while he bets me a nickel the bottle does not hold 12 oz. Arrive home and I settle into my favorite chair in our bedroom with the fan blowing full blast on me. Shortly thereafter Cliff arrives with the glass measuring cup and a beer bottle full of water. As you can see from the photo I won the nickel bet, except that he says I have to go recycle the bottle to get my nickel! At least the lunch table was level and I didn't have to hear the dissertation on how rotating the table, with three legs touching, I'm guaranteed to have the fourth leg find a spot to make it level, complete with napkin drawings!
So we're having lunch at a neighborhood restaurant called Hawaiian Bakery...