Greetings from Kentucky! I don’t think I’ve ever blogged from Kentucky before.
(And yes, to those of you who have heard me speak, I do pronounce it Kin-TUCK-ee.)
I’m on the next-to-last day of this week’s road travels and only have a couple hours training tomorrow before heading home. I don’t go out again until late next week. (Hello, gym! I’ve missed you so.)
During my three 8-hour training days in middle Tennessee, I managed to create my new most embarrassing moment ever. Of course I must share.
Brief background: You may not know this, but fancy-pants soda machines are generally cleaned with a solution called Kay 5. Two syllables, easy to remember, easy to say.
WhyOWhy then, did I suddenly start referring to it as K-Y? Not once, but TWICE.
Granted, both times were the late afternoon training sessions when I was bone tired after standing around being perky all afternoon, but still. I was mortified. All I could think to do was laugh and say, “Oh wait, that’s another class. You should continue to use Kay5 for your fancy soda machine.”
Sheesh. Oh well, seven-month old Hope liked me:
Isn’t she a sweetheart? And such a pleasant baby, too! She smiled and cooed and completely made me forget my embarrassment. It helped that she didn’t understand K-Y or Kay5.
Moving on, nutrition this week hasn’t been great but it hasn’t been horrible either. Considering the work schedule (in store 9-5, travel a couple hours to next location, try to find something even moderately healthy in previously unexplored territory) and the fatigue factor, I’ll give myself a ‘B.’
I did luck on to a tasty salad at a chain restaurant:
This is Pizza Hut’s Italian Tuscan Salad. I haven’t figured out what exactly makes it Tuscan (gotta be the pepperoni and/or Italian dressing), but at 8:00 on a week night in a small town, I wasn’t going to quibble.
I do, however, need to caution you that if you should order this and don’t wish to have peppers on it, you should make sure the waitress understands that that means ANY kind of peppers. When I pointed out that I had ordered the salad without peppers or onions, my teenaged waitress leaned over and explained in you-are-an-imbecile-so-let-me-speak-slowly-and-loudly fashion that, “these are ba-nan-a peppers. Did you not want these?”
“No, that was the part about no peppers and onions.”
“Oh, I thought you meant green peppers.”
“I didn’t know green peppers came with it.”
“They don’t, but I thought that’s what you meant.”
I was too tired to point out that a person generally doesn’t exclude items that aren’t part of the original dish from their orders. In fairness, she offered to make be a “brand new salad”, but I figured I was safer just picking out the ba-nan-a peppers.
This mom-and-pop place was near the hotel and the online recommendations were decent. I went there seeking a non-Subway deli sub, but miracle of miracles, this is what I ended up with–the personal size Taco Pizza. Quite tasty, and reasonably portioned. I couldn’t have eaten this and a salad, too. Fortunately, I’d gotten my green veggies in at lunch.
Well, tomorrow is an early morning and then a long drive in stormy weather. I just wanted to check in and let you know I’m still rolling along here, spreading joy and merriment everywhere I go.
Please make me feel better by sharing (if you’re comfortable) your most embarrassing comment ever. (Bonus points if you said it more than twice.)
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend. I’ll check in on your happenings this weekend.