To Dine or Not To Dine, That is the Question?
Written on March 1, 2012 by
Amazing how one can go to a fast food place and they are out of what they sell! How does Burger King run out of burgers? Did I miss the blizzard or hazardous weather conditions preventing delivery–No, so ‘Where’s the Beef?’ How about KFC is out of chicken? (Hello, chicken being a very important part of KFC–duh, the ‘C’ is not for Chinese food! But they did have biscuits, fries, cole slaw, etc.) It is like Starbucks running out of coffee, but they still have muffins.
Why would you be open to serve the public, if you really can not serve much anything? The other night the kids wanted four of the dollar sundaes from McDonald’s and one milkshake; they were out of ice cream, but they had sundaes and a McFlurry. (Wow, am I confused!) The same night Subway, could not toast any bread because the oven was broken, no meatballs, no tomatoes, no this and no that– What kind of hero would you like Miss? What is the point of going any further about what I would like? (I did not come to Subway for a donut.) Speaking of donuts, I go to Dunkin’ Donuts, for donuts as you might have guessed, but they really do not have much of anything, and the girl asks “Would you like some Baskin’ Robins ice cream, instead?”
I love restaurants that lack respect for their customers. Four of us go to this diner that has a large selection of excellent food and you just about always bring home a “doggie” bag. We receive our salads while we are chatting away, and we continue chatting as we eat. Suddenly my friend discovers half a worm left in her half-eaten cherry tomato. Quietly she summons the waiter over to let him know that there was a worm in her tomato, naturally the rest of us are done eating the salad. Moments later the cook comes out, squabbling about how fresh his salads are and this thing in the tomato may not have even be a little worm, “after all it is half-eaten- an unidentifiable half-eaten little worm, perhaps” all this verbiage, as he is running his fingers through the remaining salad, whining for us to see how fresh and good this salad looks. (Crap, and where have your hands been?) They charged half price for her salad, she did eat half that little worm. (Nice!) But, I love when you tell the waitress, “Excuse me this lobster is not cooked,” as the waitress interjects “Why do you, say that?” “Because it is not white, it is still” and the waitress exclaims “So you don’t like it and don’t want the lobster?” “No, I prefer my lobster cooked.” The huffing and puffing waitress rapidly leaves with the lobster and reappears with it back in hand about 3 minutes later, “the cook ‘miked it’ and said it is fine now!” First of all, I want nothing sent back to return, probably was spit on, but you cooked the lobster in a microwave (Ugh!), and it still looks undercooked, and now freeze dried too! (No, thank you, I will pass.)
But the best eating out experience happened just a couple of weeks ago. We get to the place and we situated our coats on top of one another on this empty chair at our table. My jacket was the one on the top of the pile. As the waitress is serving a round of cole slaw, the dressing is spilling out of their dishes onto my jacket. I am telling the waitress the slaws are spilling while she is bending across the table, so she rubs her hand over my jacket to wipe it clean and realizes just how much has run all over my jacket. She grabs napkins to wipe it up, but smears it more across the jacket and now her dirty hands precede to get it on the inside of my jacket. The harder she tried to make it better, the worse it became. (It was like watching a Jim Carrey movie.) It was just so comical I could not be displeased anymore. I just giggled and I smelled like a salad on the drive home.
Sometimes it is really not worth the break to not have to cook! However, sometimes it is just about seeing the far side of life, and it makes you smile and that makes it all worthwhile.
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