"My fish
tastes fishy.”
I blankly stared at the woman who was sending her
trout back to the kitchen because it tasted like fish.
“No fucking shit, Sherlock.” I thought but I didn’t
say. I’m not going to lie….my normal poker face was in ultimate FAIL mode. I
felt myself becoming dumber just by holding eye contact with her. Where on
planet earth do these people come from and who allows them out in public?
“Ma’am, it’s fish. What were you expecting it to taste
like?” I politely asked with my wide, unforgiving eyes.
“It’s just got that fishy fish taste. I can’t eat
that. It’s just…..” She pauses as she smacks her tongue on the roof of her
mouth and points to it. “You know. I just can’t eat that.”
I feel like my soul cried a little that day. I
thought, “Pretty please—just think about what you’re saying out loud…. where
people can hear you. If you don’t like the taste of fish, then don’t order
fish. Stay home and slave away in the kitchen until your inner genius brings
fish that tastes like chicken to life. Then I hope you make millions of fucking
dollars and live off royalties for the next ten years so that you never have to
step foot in my place of business again”.
Just a thought of the day: People die of starvation
every single day! This country has so much food that we have endless diets,
diet pills and gymnasiums to try and counteract the plethora of food we enjoy. So
for half of a second, be thankful for your rice that tastes like rice, or
whatever you ordered because we are lucky to have it.
