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A Wimberley Spoofie

 Of all the choice restaurants and cafes in the area for lunch, the likes of Dairy Queen, Whataburger, and others, we often choose to have lunch at the Quik Cafe.  Now, the Quik Cafe is no ordinary cafe, because here you can  not only have lunch at a real table, but can also buy all sorts of things that you don't need, but best of all, you can get your car fueled up with Exxon gasoline.  When we have guests in town, we take them to the Quik Cafe; well, maybe not for lunch but certainly for a coke or two.  

The Quik Cafe's gasoline pumps are always in full use with cars and trucks filling up because the price is competitive with unbranded gasoline and is always 20 cents less than that of the other major brands in this small town.

When we have lunch in the cafe section of the store, we always opt for the chicken tenders.  Often times, we can strike up a chat with some one of the more colorful characters who make Wimberley their home.  One time we even talked to a man who made wine from mustang grapes and sold the wine to Texas State students on the QT.  He must still be doing that as it would answer the question of why TSU students act so much like they are on something.

Then there is Bucky, the UPS driver who always finds a reason, usually to deliver a package, to visit the store and greet his friends, who seem to be many as he lives in Wimberley.  Bucky is also an avid fan of the Houston Astros, but he did not take kindly to their hijinks of signaling the catchers signs to the batter using modern electronic methods.  Signaling the meaning of the signs to the batter is okay in his mind, but using modern electronic methods---never.

Not to be forgotten is the Fritos delivery man.  He is the man who can unload his cargo and stack the product in the display rack faster and more densely packed than anyone we have witnessed.  And now we know why the potato chips we buy are always crushed and broken into pieces.

In the early days, for lunch we ordered a chicken tender and a dinner roll and made a sandwich.  Then we had to make a change as the dinner rolls were just to soft and doughy.  You know what we mean by that, just imagine taking one of these rolls and wadding it into a ball.  They were so light and fluffy that you could wad one into a ball no bigger than a spitball of old times.  Not good.  So, we branched out to other forms of bread; hot dog buns, and other rolls, but bolillos work the best.  Since Quik Cafe did not sell bolillos we had to bring our own.  Now the scene was that each of us would buy a chicken tender and coffee, then pack the chicken into a bolillo that we brought from home.  This trend toward bringing part of our lunch from home got us to thinking.

Now, realize that this cafe is not one of your trendy checkerboard table cloth cafes.   So we devised this idea:  Some time in the future, we will bring a tablecloth from home, some tableware, our own coffee mugs and two stemmed water glasses and two bolillos.  Then having purchased our chicken tenders and coffee, set up our table with the tablecloth (red checkerboard) stemmed water glasses, then pour the coffee we bought in disposable cups into our mugs.  Now we are ready to dine and not just eat our lunch.

People get a little weird being all cooped up as we have been this year.



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