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Ah, memories...
Aug. 16th, 2007 08:52 amThe recent posting of ANCIENT pictures has me glad of ONE thing. Few of you knew me in '84, '88, back when there were giant sloths, and those that did weren't picture-takers. Whew!
But speaking of flashbacks -- am meeting a friend tonight for happy hour at a restaurant that was once, about a decade ago, a Mexican restaurant. Where I decided, after having a really hard week, I decided I deserved a sit-down relaxed lunch before I headed back to the salt mines. So I went in, pulled out a book and had me my lunch.
I was darn near finished with my iced tea, and nose down in my book, when I finally looked up at my glass. And saw the drowned cockroach plastered against the inside of the glass. And he weren't no little one, neither. He was big enough to see the expression on his little drowned face.
I sat there stunned for a moment, my gut beginning to roil a bit -- frankly, I've eaten bugs on purpose, but I also know restaurants and roaches and well, THEY don't wash their hands, either. Just at that moment the waiter comes up and brightly asks if he can get anything else for me.
Now the restaurant is packed. And since I have worked in foodservice, I know that cockroaches are a fact of life and that s**t like this happens; it really does NOT mean that the place is a unsanitary necessarily. So, overcome with WASPness (we abhor a scene), I whisper "Um, actually, there's a roach in my glass" and point to the offending critter.
"There's a what?" the waiter says loudly.
I motion him in closer and point, still whispering, "A roach. In my glass."
"OMIGOD! There's a roach in your glass. That's DISGUSTING!" he hollers, at the top of his lungs. And the whole dining room is now aghast...and staring at me, who has now become "the woman who drank roach juice". So much for not making a scene.
He runs off with it back into the kitchen and returns a few minutes later "The manager says, the whole meal is on us and let me get you another beverage. Would you like another iced tea?"
"Um, do you have something in a bottle?"
So...here's the question...different restaurant, but will I be able to order something unbottled?
But speaking of flashbacks -- am meeting a friend tonight for happy hour at a restaurant that was once, about a decade ago, a Mexican restaurant. Where I decided, after having a really hard week, I decided I deserved a sit-down relaxed lunch before I headed back to the salt mines. So I went in, pulled out a book and had me my lunch.
I was darn near finished with my iced tea, and nose down in my book, when I finally looked up at my glass. And saw the drowned cockroach plastered against the inside of the glass. And he weren't no little one, neither. He was big enough to see the expression on his little drowned face.
I sat there stunned for a moment, my gut beginning to roil a bit -- frankly, I've eaten bugs on purpose, but I also know restaurants and roaches and well, THEY don't wash their hands, either. Just at that moment the waiter comes up and brightly asks if he can get anything else for me.
Now the restaurant is packed. And since I have worked in foodservice, I know that cockroaches are a fact of life and that s**t like this happens; it really does NOT mean that the place is a unsanitary necessarily. So, overcome with WASPness (we abhor a scene), I whisper "Um, actually, there's a roach in my glass" and point to the offending critter.
"There's a what?" the waiter says loudly.
I motion him in closer and point, still whispering, "A roach. In my glass."
"OMIGOD! There's a roach in your glass. That's DISGUSTING!" he hollers, at the top of his lungs. And the whole dining room is now aghast...and staring at me, who has now become "the woman who drank roach juice". So much for not making a scene.
He runs off with it back into the kitchen and returns a few minutes later "The manager says, the whole meal is on us and let me get you another beverage. Would you like another iced tea?"
"Um, do you have something in a bottle?"
So...here's the question...different restaurant, but will I be able to order something unbottled?
