On Saturday four of us got together for dinner at Ubon, a Thai restaurant along the waterfront in Wilmington. Our dinner companions, a delightful young couple, live within walking distance but decided to drive because it was raining. Unfortunately they hit a pothole, blew a tire, put on the spare and arrived at the restaurant a little late.
We had fun catching up and hearing about their recent day trip to a dozen trendy art galleries in the Chelsea section of Manhattan (the female half of the couple is a graphic artist). One piece that stuck in their heads was a statue of a man, toppled over and broken, with human beard hair Scotch-taped to it in appropriate places. Price tags were routinely in the high five figures.
"I can't figure out their business model," said the male partner of the couple (he is in the IT field). "The employees are sitting there, immaculately dressed, and I felt like going up to them and saying, `How do you pay the rent?!"
After dinner, they checked on their puppy via a monitoring app: "Aww! He's listening to David Bowie!" We followed them back to their apartment to make sure their car was okay and nothing else had been damaged.
Dearest Partner checked the dinner receipt the next day and was amused to find that Ubon indicated our requested "heat levels" as Peppercorn (1 on a 1-to-5 scale), Tabasco (2), and Jalapeno (3). "One wonders what 4 and 5 are called," he mused. "Cinders and ashes?"
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