The waiter walked over to the table where a family of four sat. Handing each a menu, he said, “Good evening and welcome to Giovanni’s. Let me know if you need any help with the menu.”
“What are the specials tonight?” the father asked.
“There are no specials tonight, sir. Everything we serve is on the menu,” the waiter said.
“But the only items on the menu are spaghetti with or without meatballs,” the mother said. “Do you have any appetizers? Any sides?”
“Everything we have is on the menu,” the waiter repeated.
“Do you have a wine list?” she asked.
The waiter pointed to a wall where numerous bottles of Chianti were hanging. “We have Chianti,” he said, smiling.
“I’m not a fan of Chianti,” the father said. “Do you have any other wines besides those?”
“No, but there is no dearth of Chianti, as you can see,” the waiter said, once again pointing to the wall.
“I suppose that eliminates the possibility of indecision,” the son said.
“So much for that five-star Yelp review,” the son said.
“Let’s get out of here,” the mother said. “I need some oxygen.”
Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Padre of Padre’s Ramblings. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (help), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (dearth), Your Daily Word Prompt (indecision), Swimmers (mom), Word of the Day Challenge (epic), and The Daily Spur (oxygen).