The other day, I came back early from the out-of-office meeting which finished earlier than scheduled. Since, I haven't had lunch yet and had a sudden crave to eat a beef steak (of all things, I'm really a lamb guy) ... and after almost 3 days of non-solid food eating as I was down with a bad viral fever, I thought maybe a visit to Tony Romas will not be such a bad idea.
I haven't actually gone to these sort of outlets (on our own, on kids' birthdays yes) since almost one and a half year ago, coincidentally when the oil & gas industry went into the drain. It was about the same time I also started a strange new hobby of home cooking and trying brave new recipes from YouTube and what not, from Jamie Oliver's best egg omelette to Gordon Ramsay's grilled salmon, and even posted my masterpieces on IG.
Anyways, as soon as I planned to have that nice late lunch at TR, I remembered my wife. I called and asked her to get ready so that I could pick her up, from the back entrance of the house.
It was raining cats and dogs, albeit heavily. Instead of just waiting for her to come, I thought maybe I should fetch her with an umbrella. That's what I did.
Imagine this, it was raining heavily, I came out from the car. I saw she's already coming out from the house with a piece of cardboard on her head. A very much delight brimming on her face when she saw me coming with an umbrella.
So there I was, with my wife holding her tightly by my side while sharing the umbrella on a really heavy rainy Wednesday afternoon ...