Drama in the Restaurant

There's a restaurant I stop at occassionally in San Diego that offers pretty good, if overpriced food, and free wireless service. It's a convenient way to eat lunch and keep up with my email at the same time.

As I sat there today I was witness to two individual dramas that were kind of interesting. At one table were two women we two very small children. One child had perfected the art of screaming at ear-shattering levels when mom was a little too slow with the mushed carrots, and her sister slept quite peacefully through the din. When mom's food arrived there was a look of shock on her face.

"Does this salad have....spinach!"

"Yes, it does" replied the waiter.

"Please bring me something else," was the icy response.

You'd have thought the waiter had dropped his drawers on her plate rather than bringing her a green leafy vegetable. I wonder how long it will be before the spinach market recovers from the E coli mess.

Just a few feet away a guy took a call on his cellphone and his volume level quickly raised.

"Are you just going to lay around and drink all day and ignore your grandchildren? You're an alcoholic and need help. You need to see a psychiatrist. This is what it was like when I was living with you."

He was talking to him mom. Sad deal.

Just remember, if you carry out little dramas in public, some blogger like me might be watching.

UPDATE: I told my wife the first story and she had a similar one. She attended a conference today in Ontario at which they served salad to everyone. It looked like it had spinach in it, and they had to make a special announcement that NO spinach had been used.

Sell your spinach stocks.