for those of you who know me, you know that i have horrible luck when it comes to have any sort of normal experience once i set foot inside of a mexican restaurant. i think this happens because i always get nervous because i don’t know what to order. if there was just a menu item that read, ‘chicken swimming in cheese sauce’ i’d be fine. seriously people. but i had mexican food last weekend. and this time was no exception.
we walked into the restaurant that had an interesting ambiance because of the christmas wreath that still hung over the door. you have to appreciate the way that these places are decorated. but things are going fine as our waiter with blond tips in his hair takes our order and listens to me struggle to order one of those lunch combinations that sounds the most like what you can get at taco bell. everything is going according to plan as i explain to him that i want cheese sauce poured all over the top of whatever it was that i just ordered. as we’re eating our food and enjoying the environment of our mexican christmas eatery, a little girl leans out of the booth in front of ours. i watch as she extends her arm and begins to shake her glass at the whole restaurant. i’m pretty sure that if you’re rich, this is an acceptable way to ask for a refill. i can’t help it. confessedly, i stared. and i watched for at least 2 minutes as waiters and waitresses walked right past her as she shook her empty glass at each one of them. it was mesmerizing. no one ever responded to her, and she just kept on shaking it back and forth. as soon as someone at my table asked me what i was staring at, instead of telling them, i just picked up my empty glass and began to to shake it at the restaurant. almost immediately, blondie waiter stops and asks me… ‘refill?’ i glanced at the little girl. she was glaring at me.
i would like to take a moment to thank the gods of irony and fate for my life. i appreciate it.
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Tags: mexican, refill, restaurant