There was a
chalkboard
sign outside the
Vietnamese
restaurant. Andrew liked restaurants with these signs. Hand-drawn messages. Cursive letters sometimes. Drawings sometimes. They affected him different than electronic signs or those god awful TV screens that displayed horrible stock images. He hated those.
The message outside the Viet restaurant read "Have a wonder Pho day" this week. the
pho
part of the message was written on the side of a hand-drawn bowl of steaming pho. Even with his stomach
cancer
, Andrew could enjoy a bowl of pho. Maybe that's why he'd grown so fond of this restaurant? Because all his old favorite food no longer sat well with him. But that hearty
broth
still felt somewhat alright.
Funny thing about the sign was that when he read the message in his head "have a wonder pho day" it sounded like a person with an Asian accent. The funny thing here was that Andrew... the owner of the restaurant, who happened to have the same name as Andrew the mail carrier, had the most American English accent of all. If you spoke with him on the phone you wouldn't know he was Viet at all. You would think the guy was from Montana or something.
He was thinking about this because Andrew -- the restaurant owner -- had asked him something that stuck with him. The voice stayed in his head.