Sometimes I flatter myself into thinking I actually have something important to say. My policy is to shelve it for a week or so and see if it still seems important. So most of anything I thought I was going to say has been shelved permanently for now, and now I have something trivial, yet important to me:
You probably think I am thinking about things like; chewing with your mouth closed, using indoor voices, please and thank you, buttering your bread one bite at a time…things like that. It isn’t that those things aren’t somewhat important, but I’m assuming most people know those and so if they don’t do them, it is because they choose not to. Not because I haven’t yet told them.
So here is one that struck me again in my fairly limited ‘eating at a restaurant’ experience. (stick with me here, I’ll be brief). Everyone knows to expect that at some point after your food has been delivered to your table, the wait person will return to check on you. This used to be in the form of asking “how is everything?”. To which you and I are free to comment on the food quality, ask for more mustard, discuss the weather, or any other things that seem important. I’m not sure when this changed to the much more intrusive question, “How is everything tasting?”, but this is a very different question to me. Suddenly now I have a stranger asking about how my taste buds are responding to the food. This level of invasiveness causes a few physical responses besides disgust- the food suddenly tastes like cardboard, the tip percentage begins to recalculate lower, claustrophobia swiftly overtakes me, I resolve to not return here.
So hear ye all wait persons everywhere – stay out of my mouth. I do not discuss taste buds. Your pugnacious question offends me (and I’m not easily offended).
Have a wonderful week!