So it's Friday. Finally. This morning I had a test that was too long with too many parts and not enough time to draw too many diagrams. I spent the rest of the day (literally, 10 AM to 6 PM minus half an hour for a hot dog lunch) in the depths of the necropsy room. Ahh, the joys of being in animal science. When I got home, I really wanted to go to Taste of VIESHEA--a row of food stands with good greasiness. Turkey legs were advertised. There were no turkey legs, and the selection was sub par. And it was pseudo raining. Rick suggested we eat elsewhere.
At restaurant #1 (though eating attempt #2), we were promptly seated and even more promptly forgotten. After 15 minutes with no acknowledgement from the wait staff, we left (though I don't think anyone noticed). The next restaurant we tried had a 45 minute wait and we were both famished. Restaurant #3 had a 10 minute wait. Fine. It would have been immediate seating if they would bus tables. Anyway, in bite two of my chicken enchilada, I pulled a bone out of my mouth. For some reason, this totally creeps me out. My appetite was gone immediately. Our waitress comes by 10 seconds later to see how everything is, I play it off like no big deal, but she takes it away and leaves the menu. Something inside of me snaps--I start crying. I think I was just so frustrated. All I wanted to do was eat and now there was no chance of that. After "pulling myself together" in the bathroom, I ended up getting fried ice cream. My stomach still turns at the thought of the whole thing. I don't know why it creeps me out so much. Chicken bones and bats.
Oh what a night. We should have just stayed in.
2 comments:
That's the kind of night that makes frozen meals a luxury!!! At least you know what time you will be served!
I kind of had that kind of a week, so I feel your pain. Look forward to seeing you soon. C.
I hate restaurant experiences like that...once I had some nasty thing in my eggroll...it has taken years for me to be able to eat them again...
Smile :) Scarlett
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