Grammy Rules

Mother to Kathryn (Daring Young Mom), Heather (One Woman's World) and 3 kick-butt non-blogging kids, whose real identites are top-secret. Also Grammy to Laylee, The Bean, and Magoo. Most especially, wife to Papa.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

How Do They Stay in Business??????

Last night, for an early Valentine’s celebration, Papa and I went out for dinner. Feeling adventurous, we chose a Chinese restaurant that we’ve never been to before. It turned out to be your typical Americanized strip-mall version of Oriental décor and cuisine. Nothing that unusual - except that the place was virtually empty.

There was one other couple in the whole restaurant and they left shortly after the arrival of our entrée. An older Chinese lady waited on us attentively (What else did she have to do?) while an older gentleman and woman (of moderate, indeterminate age) puttered around the outskirts of the room and wandered in and out of the front and kitchen doors. The whole thing had a rather surreal, “Outer Limits-ish” feeling about it.

And we couldn’t help pondering, “How do they stay in business?”. We certainly didn’t pay enough for our meal to cover the food, lights, equipment and hired help. Perhaps they have some illegal and highly lucrative business going on behind the scenes. After all, we never actually saw into “the kitchen”.

There’s another business at our favorite local mall that we’ve been wondering the same thing about. I’m not sure what the store is really called. We’ve always referred to it as “Gaudy Oriental Things “R” Us”. It’s located several miles down the freeway from it’s sister store, “Tacky Lawn Ornaments Galore”.

In the 4 years that we’ve been frequenting this mall we’ve only seen a customer (yes, a single customer) inside on 2 occasions – no sales people either (although one did appear from somewhere mysterious on the 2 occasions when an actual vertical, breathing human set foot on the premises). Now this is a very large corner shop in a prime retail establishment. The rent has to be exorbitant. If they are not selling ANY of the jade dragons, painted fans, geisha dolls, paper lanterns or kimonos; how are they satisfying the landlord? I suspect there’s an illicit drug operation working out of the back room.

My spider sense is tingling folks. I just know something untoward is going on. Have you any theories? Perhaps together we can blow the lid off this mystery.

11 Comments:

Blogger Papa said...

I'm sure that if we went into the back room, we'd find the entrance to the tunnel that leads to the crystal meth lab. Also, how does this blogger site stay up? I didn't pay a fee to use it, and I see no annoying adds or banners on the site. HMMMM????

8:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oooh, that is mysterious!

9:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've said it once, and I'll say it again... Your blog rules. It's true, Dad. Blogger is a front for major organized crime. That's why I switched to the more morally upright Blogsome. Mom, I've never thought about this in exactly that way.

9:39 PM  
Blogger Gwennaëlle said...

the owners must actually be filthy rich and since they are too bored they try to work to see if it's fun to wake up even when you don't feel like it to face obnoxious and stupid people.
Or they just set it up to see puzzled faces since nobody understand how they can survive.
Rich people are crazy, I'm tellin' ya.

11:26 PM  
Blogger blackbird said...

I've got nothin...
I am continually amazed by set ups like this.
Money laundering?

4:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Um.....ooh! Dog fights in the basement!

1:30 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have no idea, but it is really nice to read your blog, and good for DYM for getting you to do it. I love you and am glad you are as cool and smart and nice as your daughter, and have a good imagination, too. (to think up things to report about:)) Anyway, I bet you're right, there must be something else going on!

2:34 PM  
Blogger Linsey Farley Jameson said...

To the mystery van, Scoob! What if it isn't drugs at all? Maybe it is a sweatshop back there. Or maybe they sell people, for slaves or other questionable things. Oh, wait, maybe they have chicken fights in the basement. Who knows, but I am dying to find out. But then part of the fun in life for me is filling in all of the many blanks in life, just to make it all a wee bit more interesting! ;-)
Love your blog! I wish my Mom would do one!

5:09 PM  
Blogger Kathryn Thompson said...

I'm calling high-stakes gambling ring in the back.

10:08 PM  
Blogger Daring Young Dad said...

You are a super-sleuth!

12:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The password is "fried chicken" ask the waitress if she likes Fried Chicken - particularly KFC, and she will lead you to the back, when there are distillers brewing moonshine. (I know the prohibition is gone, but they do need a liquor license, right?)

11:19 AM  

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