My friend called after getting off from work this morning and asked if I wanted to meet her for breakfast at our favorite breakfast place. I always enjoy my friend’s company and because she works Monday -Thursday nights we don’t get together as often as we would like, so she sometimes calls me to join her for breakfast. Since she called when I had almost finished my own breakfast I told her that I would join her and just get some hot tea while she ate breakfast. The restaurant was only two or three miles away.
Hot Water and Teabag Delivered
I joined her and ordered a cup of chamomile tea. The cup and tea bag were delivered by the waitress with a black hard plastic, little pitcher of hot water. As we talked I poured the water over the Chamomile teabag. A little later while talking I pulled the tea bag out and noticed that the tea was somewhat darker than the brand I use at home but it tasted fine so I proceeded to drink it.
Colored Water From the Pot
When I poured the water out of the pitcher for the second cup, reusing the same teabag, I noticed that the water coming out of the pitcher was colored like tea! I opened the lid and when I looked straight down into the recesses of the pitcher I found another teabag! My friend and I laughed as she told the waitress about it as I pulled the extra bag out.
The shocked waitress said she had looked into the pot but saw nothing. As I tried to assuage her guilty feelings and shock I demonstrated to her that unless she had looked straight down into the pot she would never have seen that bag. Funny thing: as I demonstrated how I had looked into the pot I found another teabag in the bottom of the pitcher!
My friend and I were laughing because this is one of the weird kinds of things that happen to one of us every now and then. Soon the manager came over and apologized profusely. We assured him there was no harm done. He gave me a $5 gift card for a future meal and told me he was going to talk to the washers about their negligence.
Later as we were leaving I saw the manager looking at me so guiltily that I wanted to reassure him so I hugged him. (In a motherly way since I am old enough to be his mother.) And we left.
Another Older Restaurant Surprise
This incident reminded me of a similar weird event over twenty years ago. I was eating alone at one of those fast food seafood places called “Captain something or other.”
An Oyster Gift
I love seafood and their’s was pretty good. I ordered something with oysters in it because I seldom get to enjoy them. As I ate my teeth came down on something hard. Fortunately I had not applied a lot of pressure with my teeth on whatever it was. My curiosity was peaked. I spit out a small pearl!
No Harm Done
Thankfully there was no damage to my teeth. So I could fully enjoy the thrill of being surprised by a lovely, small white pearl. How often does a perfect, little, white pearl come with your meal? It was like a little surprise from heaven. I felt kind of special that I had been given this little prize.
Another Shocked Waitress
So when the waitress came around I told her of my seafood booty. She looked shocked and asked if I were alright. I assured her that I was. Then it dawned on me that my shared news had not been received with surprise and awe but more than likely with fear of a law suit. I assured her that there was no damage. My sharing of the event was not done to cause stress or fear but to share my surprise and pleasure.
Now that I think about it, over twenty years later, I should have gotten a free gift card or meal! Oh well. I got a second chance at a gift card today. What surprises await my friend and I at our next dining experience?