On Saturday, I took Biker Witch (my sister) to lunch to celebrate her birthday. Thing were going surprising well. We even managed to get through the big WHERE SHALL WE GO TO LUNCH debate without anyone getting hurt. Always a plus. Usually the conversation goes like this:
“Where do you want to go?”
“Wherever you want to go.”
“I don’t know where I want to go that’s why I’m asking you!”
“But I picked last time. ”
“No you didn’t, I did.”
And then one of us name of a restaurant out of desperation and dares, I mean DARES the other sister to argue. Of course the time before this, Biker Witch named the restaurant and I argued. Barely escaped with my life too! So this time, we negotiated very nicely.
Mom would be so proud.
Anyway, we were both happy with the choice. We both got salads (HELLO celebrating a birthday here, there WILL be chocolate dessert coming.) We ate and chatted, all happy.
Suddenly biker witch stops eating and says look. Pointing at her plate.
I roll my eyes. “Give me a clue.” Because seriously, she says random things and how the heck am I supposed to guess what she’s talking about? Does she want praise for eating most of her salad? Is she showing me a pineapple or something? WHAT????
She leans closer. “A. Bug.”
Now I pay attention. Holly Troll Poop there is a bug. GROSS.
However, the reason I’m not mentioning the restaurant name is that they were WONDERFUL about it. Biker Witch handled with total class and so did the restaurant. This stuff happens in clean, well run establishments. Anyone who has worked in the food industry knows that. It could happen to anyone.
But of course, it happens to Biker Witch.
Happy Birthday Biker Witch!
(And sorry about the bug in your birthday lunch.)