Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Greek Tragedy

Today the food at the Greek restaurant
was awful.
The pancakes were cold.
The grits were as thick as mashed potatoes.
The toast was hard and the coffee was bitter.
When the waitress asked how everything was
I quickly said, “good.”
It was probably the second biggest lie I’ve ever told.
She didn’t really care
and I didn’t want to tell her the truth for fear of having a replay
of the exact same scene we had there 6 months ago.
That complaint about cold eggs led to a forty-dollar gift card
that took us nearly four months to use up.
The food here used to be good.
But that was before the owner/chef and his owner/wife
had a messy divorce.
Now the wife has re-married to a cook that used to work here
and the owner/chef has taken off and opened up a new restaurant
with one of his cute ex-waitresses.
The result: everything has gone downhill.
The new chef’s not nearly as handsome as the old one
and he can’t cook as well either.
He’s about two feet shorter and fifty pounds heavier
and he always looks like he’s got a layer of grease
on his face.
Meanwhile, the wife still looks as angry and unhappy as she used to look
when she was married to her last husband.
It’s like a weird Greek tragedy
only no one is cutting their eyes out
or having sex with their mothers.