This dates back to the time when Mr Balanced was the man in making and the Mrs Chitterchatter was Ms Chitterchatter, a fine young woman … Circa 1990’s.
The campus placement week had just begun.That day, both had received the final offer letter from the corporate houses of their choice, assuring the bright future ahead. Its been a year as well, that they were dating each other. The post graduate course at the university had charted a new course of life for them.
“Lets celebrate”, she said animatedly.
“Why not”, he said with equal measure of calmness.
“Wish to throw the caution to air this time”, she asserted.
Growing little suspicious, he demanded to know, “Mean you wish to spike up your spirit?”
She replied with a dimpled smile.
They decided to have candle light dinner at Ambrosia. Located around the corner of the hill, overlooking the cityscape, Ambrosia was a fine dine restaurant and bar. The light and live music performances added to its rustic charm. Once settled both were busy browsing through the menu. As she could not find what she was looking for, she called for the waiter.
“The mocktails and drinks menu card please”, she requested.
The waiter, an old man in his 50’s was slightly surprised. Checking his puzzled looks, she greeted him with her raised shoulders and a broad smile. Mr Balanced witnessed the spoken and unspoken dialogue between Ms Chitterchatter and the waiter. Quickly glancing through the freshly fetched menu card, she placed the order.
“Glenlivet Single malt. On the rocks”, said she.
“Sweet lime soda without ice”, he added.
The old man jotting down the order was bewildered again.
The tall glass of sweet lime soda with a lime wedge stuck on its brim was served to Ms Chitterchatter. The silky golden whisky was poured into the tumbler that was half full with ice, right in front of Mr Balanced. Mr Balanced signaled at Ms Chitterchatter with a wink. She waited till the waiter turned around and walked away. Mr Balanced pushed the tumbler towards Ms Chitterchatter. She in turn picked up the mocktail glass and placed it in-front of him.
“Cheers”, he said, raising the toast. “Cheers”, she joined in!
They were seen sipping their drink and discussing sweet little nothing, in no time. Their bliss did not last long. Every now and then a new waiter would turn up and seek to know politely if they would like to order something. She got irritated as every time it was she who was being requested. Mr Balanced picked up the threads and bust out loud when he saw another waiter approaching Ms Chitterchatter.
Back in 90’s, in a mini metro town, it was a rare sight to watch a young lady enjoying her ‘spirits’ while her teetotaler partner with a glass of ‘mocktail’. Explaining the concern of the staffers at the restaurant to Ms Chitterchatter, Mr Balanced could not resist laughing. They placed the order for dinner which was served in no time.
Post dinner, when it was time to say adieu, Ms Chitterchatter got up and walked without fumbling…much to the astonishment of the waiters around.
Checking the surprised looks on the old waiter’s face, she said “All is Well!”