Sooo, I went upstairs to take a
cat nap. Those 6 a.m. wakeup calls to go
to the gym with Jamee are killing me… not that I actually GO to the gym at that
unholy hour every morning, but being the dutiful daughter she is, she keeps
trying…
Anyways, I was dreaming the 3 of
us girls were on vacation in New York City.
We had gone to a “Chinese/Seafood” restaurant, whereupon I ordered Sour
Cream Chicken Enchiladas … go figure.
Then we waited... and waited… and
waited. Forty minutes later, with
still no sign of our food I finally managed to flag down our waitress, who said
she’d “check on it.”
She comes back and tells us, in a
very thick Southern accent accompanied by a huge wad of chewing gum, that “your
order got lost somewhere” and “the kitchen was closing” and “did we still want
our food?”
Um … “Yes, if your kitchen is
closing, then so will all the others and we ARE hungry… “
So she huffs away and we wait
another 20 minutes. Our food finally
arrives, but by then I’ve had two full glasses of water and need to make a trip
to the lady’s room, at which point Jamee gets an important phone call and goes
out to the lobby to take the call. Well,
Julia isn’t going to sit at the table all alone, so she follows me into the
bathroom. All three of us reenter the
dining area at the same time, only to discover the bus boy wiping off our
table…
“Um…Where’s Our Food?” He, of course, doesn’t speak English… Not
sure what language a person working in a Chinese/Seafood/Mexican restaurant
would speak, but he signals the waitress.
I explain to her that our food is
gone. She says she’ll check with the
manager.
She comes back very distraught
and says, “The manager said if you don’t pay for your food it’ll have to come
out of my paycheck.”
“Well, I’m sorry,” I explain to
her, “But I’m not paying for food that I didn’t even get the chance to
eat.”
She says I’ll have to talk to the
manager.
He says I’ll have to pay for the
food or he will call the cops.
Now, those of you who know me well know that I can’t talk without
accompanying hand and arm gestures… I
may look like I’m using some form of ASL, but that’s just the way I talk…
So, there I am in the lobby of this restaurant, arguing with
the manager over whether or not I’m paying for food I didn’t eat, waiting for
the cops to arrive, attempting to modulate the tone and volume of my voice (I
don’t know why that was important to me), all the while waving my arms around
like some maniacal windmill, so much so that I woke myself up from my nap…
Still SO mad about not getting my dinner, that I couldn’t even go back to
sleep!
And my kids wonder why “Mom gets so cranky” when she tries
to take an afternoon siesta! : )
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