So funny.
Family night for the family members of people in the dementia unit of assisted living. They choose a different restaurant each time, meeting once a month. It's always a trip for me. We all know what devotees go through in such situations if they find themselves having to be in a restaurant.
What to order?
Tonight it was Olive Garden.
Turns out it isn't all that easy to just order a salad, at least not for our waitress. I took a look at her and I could see her eyes rolling in her head in different directions.
Vegetarian? EEEK..Panic.. It just did not compute.
Not going to get any help here.
It was like a trap had been set for me.
If this waitress could mess up she would.
She did.
Family night for the family members of people in the dementia unit of assisted living. They choose a different restaurant each time, meeting once a month. It's always a trip for me. We all know what devotees go through in such situations if they find themselves having to be in a restaurant.
What to order?
Tonight it was Olive Garden.
Turns out it isn't all that easy to just order a salad, at least not for our waitress. I took a look at her and I could see her eyes rolling in her head in different directions.
Vegetarian? EEEK..Panic.. It just did not compute.
Not going to get any help here.
It was like a trap had been set for me.
If this waitress could mess up she would.
She did.
Small salad with Italian dressing. After a few bites, one of the members asks, "What's in the dressing?"
She goes back to the kitchen... anyone ever hear of Italian dressing with eggs in it?
I'm sure I spoiled everyone's dinner.
My immediate response was to spit everything out onto my plate.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see the looks of horror as they stared at me over their spaghetti and meat balls.
She goes back to the kitchen... anyone ever hear of Italian dressing with eggs in it?
I'm sure I spoiled everyone's dinner.
My immediate response was to spit everything out onto my plate.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see the looks of horror as they stared at me over their spaghetti and meat balls.
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