This post probably isn't going to be what you thought it would be when you read that title. If you are following me, you should probably get used to that. I make some weird ass associations. I feel like I am giving away all my secrets here lol.
Food. Like a LOT of people, I have a fucked up relationship with food. I am also slightly really type A. This combination tends to get me in trouble, or at least makes me appear to be a fucked up weirdo to others. When I make a decision on what I want to eat, and order it in a specific fashion, and my food is unavailable or messed up I have to shut the situation down. Usually, it makes me lose my appetite and cancel all of the food.
Which completely annoys anyone I am with at the restaurant/eatery/kitchen. The worst is if my plate comes out and there is meat on it. That's a deal-breaker. Oh, I should mention that I have been a vegetarian for 20 years. 5 years of that was spent full vegan (no dairy/eggs), most of that time has been ovo-lacto (eat dairy). I am always VERY specific when placing an order anywhere that there is no meat on my plate. Not in that annoying "2-week vegetarian hey everyone look at me" sort of way. It has been so long for me, I really don't care that anyone knows. In fact, if it were up to me, I wish no one else had to know. Logistics of reality dictate that those around me know. Therefore I deliver that message with my order that DOESN'T INCLUDE MEAT. If there is any meat on my plate, I have to cancel my entire order. Which is fine with me (I am not hurting for a meal). When there is a group out for dinner (or work lunch), it makes it incredibly awkward for the other guests. Which bothers me not at all. They usually feel bad and try and rectify the situation, but what no one realizes is that I am not mad, just over it. Totally over it because I placed a reasonable amount of trust in the person(s) handling my food. Once that trust has been broken, there isn't really another option for me. So instead of saying "look, you just came out here with a dead animal on my plate and now I am really disgusted" I just say "no, thank you" and politely send it back. I will even still pay for the meal if a check comes (which it does more often than you think) because it isn't worth a fight, I am not mad, I live in a society that thrives mainly on consuming meat. There are entire companies devoted to making bacon-themed products. Our government gives massive subsidies and spends billions of dollars a year helping the meat industry. I know exactly where my views stand with most average people and to be honest, it isn't worth the effort. Oddly enough, the meat on my friends' plates doesn't bother me, I couldn't care less if they were all choosing to eat poop, I am worried about my plate, not theirs.
At work, at any of my jobs that celebrate(d) the holidays, "NO MEAT?!" is an annual tradition. People mean well, see my statement above, I have no illusions that my way of life is common. This subject will be expounded upon in my entry called "OFFICE HOLIDAY(S)".
Tonight I decided that I wanted some pizza (there is a really great local place just down from my house that sells slices, salads, etc). I also tend to order the same thing a lot. I eat the same things a lot. Or slight variations on the same things. It is easier that way, just get over it. My order from this place is "2 slices of the New York white and a small house salad". I decided to stop and get this order because I didn't want to go into my kitchen and cook. I make my dinner nearly every night and also my lunch for the next day. So if I get my order from the pizza place that means I am being lazy and it is a cheat night. If it is a weeknight, I eat the slices that night and take the salad in for lunch the next day, if it is a weekend night then I just eat all of it right away. Back to tonight, I go in and order it (I hardly ever go this late, it was 20mins before they closed), the guy charges me, I sit down. He comes over a few minutes later and apologized and let me know they were out of the NY white, can they get me something else, etc. I blink and say no problem, can we just cancel the order. He looks shocked, goes to the register, hits a few buttons, goes to the back and gets some guy I have never seen before. And I eat at this place a lot, at least once every other week (maybe 3 or 4 times a month). The dude was super hot, he looked like he could either be 19 yrs old or 32 yrs old (totally either/or, no other age in-between). He says the same thing as the first guy and I say the same, he also looks surprised. As he is working the register, the first guy says "So you just want the salad then?" and I have to repeat that I want to cancel the order, the entire order. As soon as I knew my order was messed up, in the span of that blink, I realized that there wasn't another option quickly available, that I would have to cook dinner to eat anything decent soon and that if I were in the kitchen anyway, I might as well make both lunch and dinner from the food I had at home and not spend money. Is that weird? It seems logical to me but I get this reaction a lot. Mostly, I just want to know who the hell is the hot guy and do I have to keep going back and canceling orders to see more of him.
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