Well, I'm at home, again.

Last night I was supposed to deliver a load of licorice to a local mini-mart distributor, but the delivery dates got messed up and they wouldn't take delivery. When everyone finally figured out what was going on I was sent to the Puyallup yard to drop the trailer and sent home to wait for another load. I leave tomorrow morning for sunny California, delivering on Tuesday.

What have I done at home? Nothing.

Though, tonight we went to our favorite Mexican restaurant and met the new manager, who happens to be the manager from a location we used to go to.

He and the wife were having a dandy conversation about why we stopped going to his restaurant and spent most of our time at the one that has become our favorite. The wife was beautiful in her fabrication of a fictional reason for us to stop frequenting one place in lieu of spending all of our time at another. I thought I was good at coming up with fiction, but she's far better and I think actually believes the stories she comes up with.

Tonight's lie was the previous occupant of our current restaurant was a Mexican restaurant, too. Actually, it was a pizzeria, but who am I to correct her when the guy she was talking to probably didn't know the truth. Where she came up with this story is beyond me, but she does this so well.

She also gets caught and it's beautiful to watch her being humilated when someone points out everything she said was a baldfaced lie. One of the more memorable occasions was to older women from Switzerland who were talking about wearing a certain kind of coat when they were children in Zurich. From what they were saying, the coats were big, bulky, and extremely unattractive, but very durable. The wife stepped in and agreed, actually claiming she knew what these women were talking about because she had gone through the same embarrassment as a child. They skewered her.

So, tonight I let her go on and on with her lie.

The reason we stopped going to the other restaurant? Well, at the time, that location purchased their butter from a different supplier than all the other locations in the chain. I guess each manager is able to choose their own suppliers. Well, the butter suddenly became quite sour and had a pickled flavor which was totally unacceptable. That was our primary reason. A secondary reason was the wait staff stopped acknowledging us a frequent customers. We been patronizing that location for over five years and suddenly it was as if we'd never been there. Well, if you're not welcome one place and very welcome at another, the logical answer is to change restaurants, which is what we did.

Yet, the wife had to come up with some off the wall story about us frequently all the Mexican restaurants that had been at this one location when there has been only one.

You're probably thinking this is one of the reasons I love her so much, but I don't. I stopped loving her a long time ago. I tolerate her, pity her, and am so use to her presence in my life I see no reason to discontinue our relationship. Besides, you never know when you're going to need a good story.