Prior to stopping at Oreggano’s for wine and conversation, MiniMe expressed an interest in eating. Instead of going out to eat or getting a cheap drive-thru value meal, MiniMe wanted to go to the world’s largest retailer of natural and organic foods. I wasn’t so keen on this request and attempted to persuade her to go to a local small retailer of natural and organic foods, where we could get less – less expensive food and less pretentious patrons. My attempt was not successful.
Diggler was in agreement with my retail preference, but we both opted to give MiniMe’s suggestion a try. After paying over $20 for hummus, pita, and buffet to-go food, Diggler made an observation, “No wonder they (the yuppy hippies) dress so poorly, they can’t afford good clothes after paying this much for food.” Diggler was right, however, it probably isn’t just the food that sets their budgets back, the money spent on digestives to treat butt and heartburn most likely puts a dent in their finances.
In addition to the cost and side effects, the food was not very good. MiniMe, still a fan, was defensive, “I told you to get the other hummus. Everyone in the hummus world knows the other brand is the best.” “Hummus world?” I asked. “Yes, hummus world,” she boldly replied. “I’m not sure I want to be part of that world,” I informed her. “Me neither,” said Oreggano and Diggler in unison.
In addition to being part of the corporate world, Diggler has been working in the hospitality world as a part-time server. “I love serving,” he told us. “The people are great and so is the money. Speaking of money, the other day one of the cooks went to jail because he was arrested for dealing cocaine.” “That’s never good,” Oreggano commented. “Right,” Diggler agreed, “But he returned to work the next day with gold teeth.” “There’s good money in the cocaine business,” Oreggano stated and asked, “Did he by chance have new rims as well?” “Oh yeah,” said Diggler, “the ride was tricked out. But I don’t understand it. I mean, he is supposed to be deported and he comes back to work with all this bling.” “Deported?” I asked. “Where to? Hummus world?”