花老妈的钱，讨儿子的好

生了两天病的儿子的胃口还没回来。中午说想吃pizza,点名要Monica’s pizza. 好吧，趁老妈不在，我们父子俩出门打牙祭了。

穿过田野，开车5分钟就到。一路上没晕车，看样子流感是差不多好了。餐馆人不多。儿子点了一个小pizza,加family-size的bread-stick,十条，说要给老妈带回去几根。老爸点个色拉就够了。菜还没上来，儿子开始担心了：“Dad, how much cash do you have?”

"Not much, 15 dollars." 老爸知道他担心什么。“I have my credit card.”

“They may not take it. you better ask. Also you have to pay tip in cash."儿子还是不放心。

”You see, next door is the bank we always go. So we can get cash there. By the way, we can pay tip by credit card."儿子才安心。

胃口明显不大。一条bread stick,一小块pizza, 儿子就说够了。吃不完的，打包回家。一算账， 哇，老妈这下要抱怨了--我一小时的加班费又被你两吃光了。



(10/21/2009)