Anywho, I digress …

Most Wednesday evenings I go out for dinner.  Recently, I booked a table at a popular Italian restaurant in Palo Alto.  They have a seasonal menu that I like.  Plus they give you a “special” gift if you have their passport.  I have four out of six passport stamps so far, so I was motivated to eat there.

It was super busy when I arrived, but as I had a reservation, they had a table.  I took a step from the hostess podium only to be cut off by a Grumpy Old Lady With Helmet Hair.

GOLWHH: “Hey! Wait!”

Hostess: “I’ll be right back”  <Smiles sweetly>

GOLWHH: “No! Where am I on the list?  Where is my table?”

Hostess: <To me> “I am so sorry.”  <To the GOLWHH> “You are next on the list”

GOLWHH: “Why are they being seated”  <Glares in my direction>

Hostess: “They have a reservation.  You, do not.”  <Smiles sweetly>

Anywho, I digress …

Sitting at the table, I noticed a fly crawling across the window sill.  Kind of nasty, but not unheard of.  I was mindlessly looking, when I thought, “Oh, it’s brown and has no wings.  What huge antenna.”.  Almost immediately, I realized.  OMFG! It’s a cockroach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You bet I meant those exclamation marks!  A cockroach!  I sprang up from my seat – we have covered before that I am not brave.  I forced my way away from the table by smacking the guy behind me in the head.  So brave, sigh.  The waiter came right over and zapped the ‘roach with a napkin.  I was hopping up and down and shouting “Yikes!”.  Yes, really.  So brave.

As we were reseated (remember that special gift? I wanted it more than I wanted to escape the bugs!), I noticed the GOLWHH finally getting her table.  Guess where she was sitting?  Oh yes.   Karma 🙂

Lisa.