My Wing-Ding-A-Do at the Wing House (standard:humor, 904 words)
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It is not that ignorance is so bad; it is just so inconvenient. Case in point. A while back, I found in the mail coupons for two free nights in Daytona Beach.

It is not that ignorance is so bad; it is just so inconvenient. Case in
point. A while back, I found in the mail coupons for two free nights in 
Daytona Beach. 

"Look, my dear," I squealed, with delight to my wife, "We have two free
nights in Daytona Beach." Immediately we checked our calendars and 
selected a time when we could take advantage of our windfall, without 
running into all those spring-breakers at the beach. 

Personally, I am not too crazy about Daytona Beach. I am crazy about
free. Consulting the parsonage exchequer, we could afford free. Upon 
leaving the house, all I could do was hum a tune, "Two Whole Nights at 
the Beach ..." Before I finished, my wife suggested I quit humming. 

Of course, with her suggestions always comes the phrase, "And if you
don't I'll ..." Well, you know the rest. I took her suggestion, but I 
was humming on the inside. 

Arriving at our motel in good time, we checked in and settled down for
two days and two nights of absolute relaxation - whatever that is. The 
room was terrific and in the corner was an old friend - a Lazyboy 
recliner. With the recliner and a remote, I settled in for some serious 
goofing off for the next two days. 

Admittedly, I am not gifted in many areas, if any. My wife, however,
says I goof off better than anyone she knows. One takes pride in what 
one does best. 

Next to our motel was a restaurant called The Wing House. On the outside
it looked like a nice place and, unlike my wife, I am not choosy about 
where I eat. Any old greasy spoon suits me just fine, thank you. 

I must say I was completely unprepared for what I was about to
experience in the restaurant next to our motel. 

On the second day of our mini-vacation, I decided to run next door for
some carry out. My wife wanted some soup and I fancied something a 
little more substantial. When I am on an errand, especially one as 
important as my supper, I am usually focused on one thing and one thing 
only. I wanted to run into the restaurant, give my order, get out as 
quickly and simply as possible and get back to my Lazyboy and remote. 
It is my two days off; I will squander them if I want to. 

I did not notice anything strange when I first walked in. I focused on
the menu. Looking up from the menu what I saw shocked me to the core. I 
am known for dropping everything from dishes to keys. This time I 
dropped my lower jaw to the floor. 

It took some time for me to gingerly pick up my lower jaw. I just
noticed the young girl standing before me greeting me and inquiring 
about my order. 

I heard nothing - but, unfortunately, I saw more than I expected. Let me
try to describe this as delicately as I can. 

The only thing I can rationally think of is, when this young girl
dressed in the morning her costume fit quite well. I hardly think 
anyone would put on clothes that did not fit. However, during the 
course of the day, being a young person, she must have experienced a 
rather dramatic spurt of growth, causing her clothes to be at least 
three sizes too small. 

Fortunately, or unfortunately as the case may be, the only thing keeping
her breathing was the lack of material around her chest area. 
Otherwise, she could have suffocated. Her clothes were so tight, not to 
mention skimpy (and I didn't), that I wanted to take the shirt off my 
back and give it to her. 

I mumbled something rather incoherently and said as loud as possible,
"and make it to go, please." 

After giving my order, I did not know what to do with my eyes. You can
look at the ceiling only so long before people begin inquiring into 
your family history. Other young girls, in the restaurant, I found in 
the same condition. There must be a "growth spurt" epidemic going 


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