Domo Arigato, Monseur

We went out to the local Black Light Indoor Mini Golf last night. Afterward, we went to a family-run Mexican restaurant nearby. It appears that the kids (college-age, maybe) who were running the shop were at least second generation in the USA, assuming that the family in question was actually from Mexico in the recent past.

While we were waiting for our drinks to come out, we quizzed Son on his Spanish vocabulary. He is in Spanish 2 this year. He couldn't recall the word for "purple," so we asked our waiter if he spoke Spanish. It doesn't pay to assume. He said that he did, so GPop and I practiced what little Spanish we remembered from our classes in high school or college. The waiter asked us if we were fluent. I think he was buttering us up a bit, but GPop and I (mostly "I") are not immune to flattery from an attractive young buck.

After our fine meal, as we were leaving, our waiter waved at us and called out, "Auf wiedersehen!" I laughed quite a bit.