I’m back from another workweek in MS and am working hard at decimating my to-do list. I made so many check-marks yesterday, my hand cramped a little. Don’t you just love days like that?
Nothing amazing to report from this week’s trip, although there was one little incident…
I had thought/hoped that the Ditzy Teen-aged Waitress and the Ba-nan-a Peppers was a solo experience, but those hopes were dashed this past week.
Having had only a Clif Bar for lunch, I was ravenous at dinner time and decided to go for a real treat: a cheeseburger! Actually, I went to this particular place because they were said to have good grilled chicken, but when I saw (and smelled) that they baked their own wheat buns in house, I shifted gears. Happily. (Also, I’d eaten chicken four nights in a row; it was time for a change.)
This was one of those restaurants where you place your order at a counter and then they shift to table service. The order taker teenager was quite…perky and ma’am-ed her way cheerfully through my many questions. When I paused to decide if I wanted a hamburger steak with a baked sweet potato or the cheeseburger, she offered that if I really wanted the cheeseburger, I could have a “tossed salad” as my side item instead of the potato. Since I hadn’t had a vegetable all day, that seemed the better option so I agreed.
Now, I ask you? Does that look like a salad to you?
I asked my table server teenager what it was, and she said, “Salad.”
I said, “No, it’s a bowl of lettuce.”
One-shoulder shrug as she walked away. “That’s the way we serve it.”
Table server teenager could learn a lot about charm from order taker teenager.
There’s a great quote from Psych that’s appropriate here: “Just ’cause it’s got syrup on it, don’t make it pancakes.”
And so it was with my bowl of lettuce. I sat there a minute–okay, 20 seconds, tops, before going in search of order taker, who saw me and came rushing over to ask, “Is everything okay with your meal?”
Me: “What should be in a tossed salad?”
OTT: “Lettuce and onions.”
Me: “Oka-a-y. Well, my salad doesn’t seem to have any onions, but that’s beside the point. When I see ‘tossed salad’ on a menu, I think of multiple ingredients tossed together, not just a bowl of lettuce.”
OTT: “I’m sorry. Would you like me to bring you some chopped tomato?”
Me: “That would be perfect. Thank you.”
Thirty seconds later, I had my tomatoes. And two more apologies. I almost felt bad for bringing it up! Almost.
Now, THAT’S a salad. I never did find any onion, but I did find a stray piece of bell pepper. (No ba-nan-a peppers, though.) On a positive note, their made-fresh-in-house-daily honey mustard dressing was some of the best I’ve ever tasted, and the cheeseburger-on-house-made wheat bun was good, too!
So, all things considered not a bad experience at all, just an unusual one.
Another unusual thing from the week:
I’d heard of this decorating “trick” of turning lampshades upside down before, and at the time, I thought it sounded like a good idea. Now? Not so much. For three nights, I had to fight the urge to turn them the right way round. I even had trouble going to sleep, but that might have been because this hotel was located on the interstate on ramp. Well, 50 feet from it.
Anyway, no injuries or illnesses or cupcakes galore, so I’m calling it successful. And now, my to-do list is calling to me.
Wishing you all a happy and safe weekend! Don’t forget to ask what’s in the tossed salad!