The Nervous Giggle

The food service industry is just not what it used to be…I had an awful day at work yesterday so I convinced Jason that we needed to go eat sushi to make me feel better (it always makes me feel better). We got there and we had the greenest waiter you have ever seen…poor guy. We ate our soup and salad and then I waited for a long time for my sushi. I even watched it sit for about 10 minutes up on the little shelf thing waiting for the guy to come claim it. Finally he realized it was there. I was gleefully eating and then decided to eat a tuna nigri next (my favorite). I bit into the tuna (I always bite it in a half however unproper it is…I tried for a long time to eat it whole like they tell you to do but I almost killed myself a few times from choking and well I am just not going to risk my life for a little etiquette) and pulled away and THERE IT WAS…a thick, coarse, straight, black hair sticking forth from the rice underneath the tuna. I was disgusted. Jason kept saying, “here, just give it to me and I will put it over here (out of my sight).” I kept making gagging faces b/c I thought I was going to lose it. Normally I can deal with a hair in my food…honestly, I can see how it could happen and I can get over it. But there was something about it being rolled up inside the formed rice sticking straight out at me underneath a raw piece of fish that just about sent me over the edge. Ugh. About a month ago I had another horrific experience at Dixie Cafe. My boss and I went to eat lunch one day and we both ordered salads. We were happily chomping away when I looked down and saw a small squiggle SWIMMING in my ranch dressing. I think Renee was still talking and I just sat there staring at it. Finally I said, “Uh, there is a worm in my salad.” I think all the color drained from her faced and then she said, “Where?!!!” I pointed to it and then started making my gagging face. She frantically turned around with her hand waving in the air trying to flag down any employee. Finally a man who seemed to be a manager (he was dressed with a button-up shirt) came over. I was still tranfixed with horror on the worm. Renee told them there was a worm in my salad (at this point the worm had wiggled off the lettuce leaf ONTO MY FORK!). He picks it up and asks, “Where?” My trance was broken and I said, “Right there ON MY FORK.” He says (and I kid you not), “Oh, that is just a little earthworm.” (silence) What an idiot. Renee goes, “I don’t care what it is…just take it away.” (Thankfully she answered him because I had been slapped back into my trance after his comment.) For the rest of the meal I sat quietly while Renee tried to tell me more stories to get my mind off of it. I would occasionally make the gagging face. I haven’t been to Dixie since.

Why are older people fascinated by the Weather Channel??? Jason and I went home for Christmas and I swear the t.v. was on the weather channel almost the entire time (well, that or CBS…equally as haunting). Thank the Good Lord that they have the “local on the 8’s” so I could occasionally say, “let’s see what on the other channels” after they got their weather fix. It is even worse when there is bad weather (which there was this Christmas)…so we had to check the temperature frequently to see how many degrees all towns in the state had shifted up or down. It is mind-boggling really. I thought at times that I would stand up, scream, and pull my hair out. But instead I just sat there…staring blindly through the television. If they played that song by Henry Mancini from Charlie’s Brown Christmas one time, they played it a thousand times. I just cannot stand it! I mean HOURS of the Weather Channel???? It is enough to drive the sanest of the sane completely MAD.

This is my first time to attempt to “blog”.
I don’t know if I will keep up with it or not but it seems interesting.
Here we go…