Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Proposal From The Chinese Restaurant

A few days ago after finishing my brand ambassador gig with Nike, I walked to the Chinese restaurant that was two blocks away from the workplace. It was the night the Saints were going against Detroit. So cooking a meal was totally out of the question, especially when the game started thirty minutes ago.

I walked inside and ordered fried chicken wings with french fries. I know what most people are thinking. You could get fried chicken and french fries anywhere. So why are you getting them from a Chinese restaurant? I can't quite answer that question. There is just something different about this one. It's like they've added a secret recipe to their fried chicken, which makes them delicious. To me, the seven dollars I continuously spend on this meal is well worth it.

After I made my order I sat down on the couch and waited for it to arrive. While waiting, this older man wearing worn out blue jeans and a dirty white t-shirt came inside and stood by the front counter.

"May I take your order?" the lady at the counter asked.

Before he made his order, he looked over at the people cooking in the background. Then he made his order and kept staring at the lady working the front. 

Then out of the blue came the question "Will you marry me?"

Instantly, I held my head up, trying to observe what I just heard when I was looking down, reading a copy of Possible Side Effects by Augusten Burroughs that I had with me. It was the most unexpected question I've ever heard at a Chinese restaurant.

"I don't understand English that much," she said and continued working. The man found this as a perfect opportunity to mess around with her.

"I'm dead serious," he said. "I want you to marry me. You can cook as much as you want. I will spoil you as much as you want. Matter of fact, I'll make it rain all over you." 

He took out some dollar bills and threw it in the air while some of the coins in his pocket fell out. That's when I realized he wasn't kidding. His friends tried to calm him down, but he continued on with his rant.

"This Chinese woman thinks I'm kidding. I will tear that ass up!"

At that moment, I wanted to run away and laugh to the top of my lungs. I couldn't believe this was going on in front of me. My order finally arrived a few seconds later. I thanked them, left the restaurant, and finally released all of the laughing I was keeping dormant inside. It would go down as one of the most memorable moments I have ever seen at a Chinese restaurant.

Side note: I can't wait to go back there and order more fried chicken.

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