Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Please don’t touch my food (or spit in it)

Last night, JK took me to dinner to celebrate a very special day. Upon finishing dinner, I asked for a box to take home my leftovers. I almost always bring home extra food, so I've gotten pretty good at boxing up things a certain way that I'm comfortable with. The little bit of OCD I have in me doesn't like certain foods touching other foods, so when I put things away, I'm careful about it.

Last nights dinner had one exception. It was spaghetti, so everything was already mixed in. No problem. I didn't mind the Italian Sausage being thrown in with the spaghetti. BUT, I do have a very big problem with the waiter/waitress boxing my food for me. I know they do it out of politeness or maybe because that's the way they are required to do it by their boss, but it just doesn't sit well with me. I don't want the accidental slip of the finger to be into MY food.

I politely gritted my teeth and thanked her when she was done, but all the while she was boxing it up, I couldn't help but think to myself, Oh dear God. I hope a hair doesn't fall off her head and land in my food. Or, Please don't accidentally spit in my food while you're talking to us.

I so badly wanted to tell her I would do it myself, but I already had been rude when we sat down and didn't get so much as a 'hello' from anyone until 6 or 7 minutes after sitting. At least someone could have offered us drinks. Geesh.

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