Randy Mac’s Livin’ It Up: Dinner mishap made an icy first impression

Randy Mac

Randy Mac

Back in our early days of marriage, our church in Pasadena, Texas, brought a new music minster on board. Robbie and I decided to take Eddie out for supper, and he said he’d love to have some good seafood.

We didn’t live but a few minutes from the Houston Ship Channel, and in those days there was a great seafood restaurant right next to the water. It was called “Lynchburg Crossing.” It was built on stilts and was immediately east of the familiar Lynchburg Ferry, an active ferry that would get commuters to the north or south side of the channel.

The wall of the restaurant nearest the channel was wall-to-wall windows, so diners could see all activity of the ferry, ships and boats on the channel. It was an interesting place.

We climbed into our car and made our way to Lynchburg for our relaxing evening of getting to know each other better. Eddie was soft-spoken but had a great dry sense of humor. We were having fun right from the start. Within a matter of minutes we were at the restaurant and seated at our table.

The table attendant (politically-correct term for “waitress”) took our drink orders. I ordered a root beer. In short order we had out drinks and some of those “pull apart” hot rolls and butter on the table. I ripped one of the rolls in half, spread a thick layer of butter on one half and dropped it. It stuck butter-down on the floor.

To avoid the appearance of being embarrassed, I announced as I leaned over to pick it up, “It fell on a napkin.”  I proceeded to eat it and remember a strange look on Eddie’s face.

After we had finished our meal, we were just sittin’ there visiting, watching the vessels moving up and down the ship channel. One particular tug boat was puttering out to meet a ship and we were trying to read the name of the boat, which was stenciled on the side. I was focused on the boat when I reached for my root beer glass, which was now empty except for the crushed ice, which I loved to eat. Still staring at the name on the boat, I gave the glass a little shake to loosen the ice inside and gave it that little, quick “throw” to get the ice from the glass into my mouth.

It was then that I realized I had picked up, NOT my root beer glass, but rather my water glass — my FULL water glass. Instead of throwing ice into my mouth, I threw a glass of water into my lap. Never a good thing. Worse when you’re wearing light blue Levi’s.

As soon as that happened, Eddie cleared his throat and quietly said, “I’ll meet y’all at the car.” He walked out!

As Robbie and I made our way to the register, I made sure I was consistently close enough that other patrons in the restaurant HOPEFULLY couldn’t see the front of my pants.

Life’s an adventure! I’m livin’ it up!

Randy McLelland, known as “Randy Mac,” is pastor of Cornerstone Christian Fellowship and and entertainer. He can reached at randymac@randymac.com.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>