No Water, Please Ever Again-And I Mean It!
You know how it is!! Of course you do!! The favorite restaurant in my mind, was there with its lovely beach view, it peaceful ambiance, and all that! I want to set the record straight--and I mean straight!! I never have water at a restaurant, I never have water at a restaurant, I never have water at a................OK, I have said it enough times! I was accompanied by 2 of my serious family members who both have unquestionable table manners and tastes. Oh, by the way our clothes are hanging in the garage trying to get dry, but the garage is another blog some day. Our waitress arrived at the table with a nice smile, we ordered drinks, and as per my usual, I ordered iced tea. You see, I live in a part of the country where ice tea is so popular, that it runs through many people's veins when beautiful and balmy weather is here! SHE ALSO BROUGHT ME WATER!!! HER FIRST MISTAKE OF THE DAY!!! AH, the water looked so inviting and cool and tempted me from the moment the glass arrived. Now, I want to set the record straight---INNOCENT--Innocent!!!!!! I declare complete innocence in this whole matter. Before I could bale out of the booth, the water glass tipped over and completely flooded the lady sitting next to me!! She immediately directed herself to atavistic behavior and yelled out a swear word, which of course I would never do. Now, there was 8 ounces of iced water on pants, booth seat, under our bodies and everywhere else and probably in our shoes. Of course, I and I repeat I-----said something like, "This is not going to ruin my lunch, I will not be bothered by this!"And I imagine they shouted somewhere in the back of their brain, "Not going to be bothered!!! What, this is the worst lunch!!" Who knows really what they were thinking. When the waitress arrived again she offered more water when I told her of the ACCIDENT. Of course I said only 1/2 glass!! Well, by the time the delicious lunch was over, I was about 30% dry, the swearing lady sitting next to me maybe 10% dry, as she kept saying as we vacated the restaurant, "I am so wet, I can't believe this etc." And of course I was very calm, didn't say one negative thing and sloshed out to the car. I have no idea what the third person was thinking, probably she wanted to ask the waitress if she could have her own private table, but no way!! We are her parents and she is stuck with us! Now if my Dad were here he would say, "This is no surprise, he always spilled the milk at the table when he was little." You've heard the old adage, "Buy 1 quart of milk for the kids to drink, and buy one quart for them to spill." Alas, that is my biographical story from my childhood! I continue to declare my innocence. I remember nothing about a glass of water spilling, In fact, it could have been one of the other two at the table who did it. NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, THAT SOUNDS POSSIBLE. My New Years Resolution for 2014 is to NEVER ask for water in a restaurant. And if they bring it, I shall move the glass in front of one of my family members, and I will wear my raincoat!!! I am getting thirsty!! 8-)))))
Water, Water Everywhere.......under the table, under the seat, and on our clothes!!
