I have to admit following the story about the woman who found a finger in her chili at Wendy’s with a certain amount of fascination. Or maybe it’s disgust. Either way, I did feel relieved to hear that it was possibly a hoax, just because if it WASN’T, that’s just disgusting. Yech.
The whole thing actually reminds me of one of the low points of my waitressing career (there were several). I was working one night and this man at my table orders one of the specials (I might be wrong, but I think it was the jambalaya. But I digress.) Anyway, I bring out his salad, he eats it, then his main course,which he begins. All is well. About ten minutes later he flags me down. “Excuse me,” he says, “but there’s a problem. There’s a tooth in my food.”
And there was. A tooth. In.His.Food. Oh, my God. He scooped it up on the fork and showed it to me. This was in a pretty small dining room, and people were already looking over, horrified, even before he kept repeating the word, over and over again. “It’s a tooth. Do you see that? A tooth. In my FOOD.” Forks were hitting plates all over the room. Yikes.
I was horrified. I apologized profusely, grabbed the plate (he kept the tooth) and ran back to the kitchen, where I explained the problem. The kitchen manager, who was notoriously laid back, let out a big sigh. “Oh, man,” he said, before turning to the guys behind him to say, “Everyone, check your mouths!” No one was missing any teeth. Meanwhile, I was sure people were fleeing the dining room in droves. “Give him whatever he wants,” the kitchen manager said. “Seriously. Free meal, T-shirt, the lease to the building…anything.”
So I go back out, determined to do right. When I get to the table, the man looks kind of sheepish. “Actually,” he says, much more quietly than he said the word TOOTH eight hundred times only moments earlier, “I think it’s, um, mine.” His tooth. It was a crown and fell out onto his plate: he showed me the gap in his mouth. Oh, my God I was so relieved. Of course, by this time several tables had already paid and left, thinking we were the kind of place where you might chomp down on a bicuspid along with your Sante Fe enchilada, but there wasn’t a lot we could do about that. At the time, anyway. Still, it remained a lesson to me, then and now. Not everything is as bad as it seems. Sometimes, there is a simple explanation. And always, always, check your own mouth first if you find a tooth in your food. Thank you.
Meanwhile, last night I watched the O.C. from last week, which was just so enjoyable. But I have to say: does this plotline mean Trey is now a regular character? Because if so, I’m just not sure how I feel about that. Isn’t one scruffy Atwood from Chino enough? And did anyone else sense that they might be paving the way for a Trey/Marissa plotline? Hmmmm. Maybe it was obvious by the previews for this week, which I missed because my Tivo ALWAYS cuts off before them to switch over to CSI. Can someone tell me what’s coming up for this Thursday? I would be MUCH appreciative.
Have a good day, everyone!