Life with Steve Boyd is always interesting, so I decided to share a couple of examples.
Today we unexpectedly had a chance to eat out after church, so we went back to Veracruz, an excellent, relatively new, Mexican restaurant in Price Hill of Cincinnati. A Hispanic family came in soon after us, verifying to us that it is authentic Mexican food.
The first time we ate there, in June, Steve asked the server if they served sopapillas. He is very particular about his sopapillas, and we’d already given back our menus. The waiter’s response surprised us.
“Sorry. I don’t know if they make sopapillas or not. I don’t really work here.”
Steve quickly responded, “So you just walked in off the street to take our orders?”
Fortunately, he had a sense of humor, and we all laughed. He explained that he ordinarily works at Maggiano’s, but he was filling in for a friend who was on vacation. He fit in so well that I wondered if at Maggiano’s he appeared to be Italian.
He asked about the sopapillas, which, as it happened, were not on the menu, but they made them for us anyway.
Today’s lunch was lovely also, and we were glad to see that they were busy. A “We deliver” sign was even in the window—through GrubHub, of course.
I checked on GrubHub, thinking of friends who can’t get out to eat very much, but their area only had two restaurant possibilities. We must have a dozen options, but I’ve never used the service. I’m just keeping it in mind in case I need it sometime.
Last year on my birthday, we had an interesting conversation. Steve doesn’t often look at the price of anything. He actually prides himself on that, I think. So that day when I opened the lovely card he gave me, the thought flitted through my mind that he paid too much for it, but I didn’t say that.
Finally he couldn’t stand it and he said, “You know I never mention what anything costs, but I just want you to know that I paid more for that card than I did for your birthday present the first twenty years we were married!”
Horrified, I flipped it over. “Not the first twenty years!” I answered. “Maybe the first five.” He agreed.
I said, “I would never pay that for a greeting card. I’d look for a cheaper one that said the same thing.”
And then he admitted that he didn’t know what it cost until he started to pay for it and at that point wouldn’t back out. Of course he added that he would have gotten it anyway, and he probably would have.
Just for the record, please do not pay $8 for a card for me, ever. I don’t even need a card. A sweet email will suffice!
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the LORD. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised. Song of Solomon 8:6-7