Boy I tell you what… The thing that gets me through the day is my ability to romanticize the ordinary. Being wrapped up in my favorite blanket drinking coffee out of a silly mug I got for cheap is blissful for me. A cat curled at my side purring herself to sleep is a blessing. Taking the time to appreciate a lovely sky while sitting in traffic calms me down. I may be living a perfectly ordinary life but I learn to appreciate it when I experience things and allow myself to believe it is extraordinary. That’s how I get through it, man
I feel like her husband cheats on her with his secretary and tells the same high school football story at every barbecue while her mom consoles her with “men will be men” over a bowl of ambrosia salad and box wine.
First table of the day, I get sat a one top. I grab his Coke for him and give him a few minutes to look over the menu. After a few minutes, I go back and ask if he’s ready to order.
Me: are you ready to order sir?
Guy: yeah but I have a question real quick. The meat sauce, it has meat in it right?
Guy: oh ok. Can I please get the spaghetti with meat sauce and a Caesar salad?
Me: I’m sorry sir we don’t have Caesar salad. Is a house salad ok?
Guy: sure but can I get Caesar dressing on it?
Me: I’m sorry sir but we don’t have Caesar dressing (why would we have Caesar dressing but not Caesar salad???)
Guy: ok ranch then. And can I get some franks red hot sauce too?
Me: we don’t carry that but I do have tabasco
Guy: what about chololo sauce? (This is seriously how he pronounced cholula lol)
Me: sorry sir only tabasco
Guy: that’s dumb. I hate Tabasco.
Me: I really don’t care for it myself either. I’m sorry about that.
Guy: then don’t bring me any sauce. I hate Tabasco.
As soon as I brought everything out, he asked for Tabasco lol