Chance taken
[ 3 Comments ] Posted on 08.19.05 in awesomeness, food
If you talk to anyone who has known me for more than four minutes, they’ll all tell you the same thing: out of general principle, I am diametrically opposed to most (if not all) forms of affectionate interaction. I say this just to give a general idea of how far I actually went out on a limb this morning.
Every morning, I go to the local Krispy Kreme and order a medium bold coffee (with whole milk and three sugars) before I pick up my carpool (which, by the way, is very funny when Angus tries to get into my super-cramped backseat). I’ve gone every weekday since the start of school and have become quite the regular – most of the time, the lady who serves me every day only charges me 50 cents instead of the usual 99.
But for some reason, today I was driven to change my scheme. Instead of pulling up to the speaker box in the always empty drive thru lane and saying the usual line (“Just a medium bold coffee with whole milk and three sugars, please”), I decided to call her by the name that I had noticed on her name tag two days prior.
“Good morning, Debbie – I’ll just have my medium coffee with who-”
She cut me off and said, “Okay, pull up, sweetie pie.”
My friends, it seems that such a personal remark worked in my favor. Instead of a cup of coffee and the newspaper that comes with it, Debbie treated me to a doughnut in addition to my usual order. It was hot and delicious. Probably even more delicious because it was free.
Either way, this could be a lesson: once you’re comfortable with a person, once you’ve gotten to know them, once you’re no longer threatened by their strangeness, feel free to take that extra step and refer to your fellow human by name.
It might get you a free doughnut.
Cheesed off
[ 7 Comments ] Posted on 07.06.05 in complaints, food
When I was a little kid, I was always wary of eating salad. If it was green and was not covered with melted cheddar cheese, there was never usually a good chance that such an item would come within a foot of my mouth.
In my old age, though, I’ve matured a little bit. If I am eating at a restaurant and my dinner comes with a salad, I can manage to swallow it while washing it down with a nice vinaigrette.
However, I cannot bring myself to eat garden salads. My ideal salad is basically a bowl of lettuce with croûtons and a sufficiently fattening dressing. I have nothing against garden salads in regards to their content except for one item.
When the chef takes those little strips of carrots and showers my salad with them, my basic instinct (or wishful thinking, whichever you prefer) says, “Oooh! Cheese!”
Oh no, my friends. It’s just carrot. Yuck.
Cut it out
[ 3 Comments ] Posted on 07.03.05 in food
This past week as I was making myself a turkey sandwich, I thought to myself, “Gee, self: you should write a blog entry concerning the merits of the diagonal sandwich cut as opposed to the horizontal.”
Days have since passed, and I have not yet mustered (no pun intended) up the energy to preach from my digital soapbox against the sins of boring sandwich cutting. There’s what summer will do to a kid.