What's That Playin' On The Radio...

At a pizza parlor, across a table from ours, an elderly gentleman is having a dinner treat sitting in between a couple in their thirty something or thereabout. The children, obviously his grandchildren, are having fun among themselves talking about something that I can't make out which set me thinking what a lovely family this is, and wouldn't it be nice if only I had the same thing going for Aunt Su and I, especially on a night like this when we have ran out of things to say to each other that we decided to drive around Taman Tun to look for a nice place to have dinner.

The elderly gentleman is about the same age as Aunt Su, maybe slightly older. I've got the feeling he knows what is going on in here. He knows that there's someone special in this pizza parlour that he'd like to sit with, eating a slice of pizza taking extra precautions so the dentures won't fall off in the middle of a conversation while he puts on a cool dispostion the way James Bond would do in a situation like this. He'll probably talk about what a dashing young man he used to be during the great era of rock n' roll, the time that got everyone wrigglin' and bumpin' like electric salt and pepper shakers. But all he can do for now is steal a glance or two at Aunt Su who is completely at sea as to what is going on in this nice pizza parlor that she keeps asking me to cut a slice of pizza into neat, bite-size squares. I hope the elderly gentleman doesn't have the impression that I am Aunt Su's personal bodyguard or something that he won't make a move to get her intention thinking I'd go over to his table to knock him senseless.

There goes another glance, but Aunt Su is too busy trying to jab a piece of pizza with a fork that she'd make a perfect picture of a native trying to catch a fish swimming in the river with a spear. This goes on for a couple of minutes that in the end I figure it is best that I change seat so as to give the elderly gentleman a clear view of Aunt Su so this little game in a pizza parlor can hit off like a good romance movie. It doesn't work because Aunt Su, of all the nights I've known her, keeps looking into her plate as if the bite-size pizzas were tadpoles and that she has to make sure that they don't jump out of the plate. There goes another glance, and Aunt Su has to look at me to ask if I'm still hungry. I am usually a very very patient person but on this night, right at this very minute, I feel like grabbing Aunt Su's face and direct it in the line of vision of the elderly gentleman so that their eyes will meet and the band can at least play something like 'What's that playin' on the radio...