coconuts

We went to Boise last weekend for my birthday and went to a Brazilian grill for dinner on Saturday. It was quite the dining experience, and that was before Scotland decided to pluck a whole coconut off the top of the salad bar.

Me: That is not for you to eat! It is on display!

He poked a straw into the "soft eye" of the coconut and took a sip. He convinced John to have some too. After draining the first coconut, he went to fetch a second one. My father was embarrassed, the waiters were laughing, I was amused.

He instructed John on how to effectively insert a straw into the coconut to drink from it. The coconut got passed all the way around the table, each of us sampling a sip (ew, from the same straw!) and then handing it on.

The waitress that was offering us dessert giggled at his audacious behavior. He pulled out the Kentucky drawl and charmed her into a conversation about coconuts. She laughed and said she didn't know how long they had been on display up there, but figured since it was on the salad bar, it must be up for grabs.

He asked the waiter if he could have a bag to take them home. When the waiter came back with a small grocery sack, he asked why it was empty and if the waiter could throw one more coconut in there "for the road!" The waiter, with a grin on his face, came back with the requested item. All three coconuts went into the bag, to the consternation of my father.

Dad: (to the waitress) Just go ahead and add the cost of those coconuts, all three of them, onto the bill...

And later, as we were about to head for home, he pulled out one of the empty coconuts, cracked it open on a cement curb in the parking lot we were in, and handed out pieces of it to each of us. He then got another straw and without hesitation stuck it into the third coconut and drank it as we went down the road.

He puts the "nut" in coconut... *chuckle*

(You knew that was coming, don't even pretend you didn't!)