Everything’s coming up Rosie

While at work today, I decided to check out early retirement buyout options for 15 year employees. Human resources took my high apple pie in the sky hopes and turned it into mincemeat. So, like Rosie the Riveter, rain or shine, I’ll keep on making (verbal) munitions.

After several riveting hours sitting at work, watching the snow fall and waiting for last call (not like the bar, like Alexander Graham Bell), I was relieved to receive a request from Oreggano to grab dinner. This invitation, like mother nature, completely skewed my plans to don my newly acquired coveralls, complimented by my vintage (aka, old) wellies, and mow the lawn.

A fan of spontaneity, I picked up Oreggano and we headed to a posh little fish market. As we were driving I was telling her how much I loved their house salad with baby shrimp and thousand island dressing. We arrived and, like the other night when the two of us went out to dinner, they seated us in a quiet section at a table for two. “This is cozy – just like the table the other night,” said Oreggano. “It’s as if they know we’re on a date,” I quipped.

As the server was taking our order, I asked about adding the baby shrimp to my salad. “Oh, yes, you can do that. So the house salad with baby shrimp and caeser dressing?” she confirmed. “Oh, caeser, really? Do I have to get that?” I asked. “Get the thousand island – you were talking about it all the way over here,” Oreggano told me and then advised the server, “She’ll have the thousand island.” “Maybe we should have brought Indigo and the Infront. You totally just sounded like my wife,” I told her. “Oh shit,” she said, “I did.”

We had been at the restaurant about an hour when a group of women came in. Just when we thought the whole party was there, another couple of women would join the group. It was like clowns in a clown car – one would never expect to see so many women in one venue. “Somehow, even though this table is cozy, I think we should be sitting with the book club group,” I told Oreggano. “Do you think they’re lesbians?” Oreggano asked. “I think it’s a good thing we didn’t bring the Infront because we would have a hard time finding it among all of the other Subarus in the parking lot.”

While leaving the restaurant I realized it looked like the factories in World War II – far more women then men. This is something I have noticed the last few times we’ve been out and about. Like Rosie the Riveter, Wendy the Welder, Josephine the Plumber, and Sally the Server, women are once again doing their part to help America – we’re supporting the economy, and everything’s coming up Rosie.