Saturday, December 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Who would be at home at this hour of the morning, cooking, none the less? A dutiful housewife and loving mother came to mind. Her apron wrapped around her waist as she slaved tirelessly over a hot stove creating a delicious masterpiece for her beloved family.
My stomach grumbled. Oh, how I wished I could have been her child or spouse. To come home to an immaculate home with a hearty warm meal spread out on the table. I bet she even washed the sheets on the beds daily, so that they were crisp and fresh when her tired babies laid their heads down.
I felt ashamed. Should I not spend so much of my time writing, or in my case, thinking about writing? Should I be downstairs now, cooking up a storm for my hard working husband and son?
Reluctantly, I pushed the chair away from my desk, and walked down the stairs. But, wait...the aroma was even stronger down there. Did I leave the windows open?
And just like that, a flip switched on in my head. The lovely aroma was from my very own kitchen. Because, early that morning, I seasoned a delish roast and put it in the crock pot...oh, and I did laundry too.
Yeah, I guess I'm so good that I didn't even realize it. Ha! ;) Can I go back to day dreaming now?
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Ding, ding. The door rang as I entered, notifying the friendly staff of my arrival. Yes, I had arrived. I arrived to retrieve fluid of deliciousness!
The store was empty, well, except for the blond that didn't even smile when I held the door open for her. She didn't count because she didn't have manners. So, as I was saying, the store was empty as I headed for the back wall toward the row of flavorful syrups waiting to be dispensed over ice cubes. The sign on the dispensing machine displayed a giant .99 cents for all size fountain drinks and frozen drinks.
I took my cup filled with cold flavor of zero calories to the cashier, a lovely man of middle-age.
"Is that all today?" he asked.
I replied: "Yes, just this." I held up my yummy soda.
He moved his hand in a slight wave. "That's okay."
I looked around, my money in one hand and soda in the other, in confusion. Was he talking to me?
"That's okay," he said again.
I didn't know what to do. "What?"
He grinned. "That's okay. Don't worry about it."
I shifted my eyes toward the older woman employee standing back away from the counter, reading a newspaper. She set the newspaper aside to smile at me.
I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. Did he just tell me that my soda was free? If so, why didn't he just tell me that my soda was free instead of beating around the bush? I took a step back from the counter. "What?" I asked again. This time I looked at the woman.
"It's okay," she said.
What's okay? I wanted to ask. I took a step closer to the exit, cautiously.
The woman said again: "It's okay. He's just being nice."
Ummm, kay. "Really? Are you sure?"
"Yes. It's okay." She waved and went back to reading her newspaper.
"Oh, thank you!" I headed for the door, turned and thanked him again. I was still in shock as I walked slowly to my car. Not knowing exactly how to react or what to do next, I sat in my car and looked into the store.
The man was giggling but looking the other way.
I felt like I needed to give him a gift back. But, really, it was only a dollar. He totally assaulted me with kindness. I was unprepared. How dare he give me a soda when I was fully planning on paying for it. I wondered what I had done to deserve such kindness. Did he recognize me as a regular patron? Or was it just a random act?
I pulled out of the parking lot, confused, but happy that I just got a free soda. Yay me!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
As many of my peeps know, I was utterly devastated upon the closing of my favorite Mexican food establishment, Taco Del Mar, last month. I know, I know, it wasn’t really authentic or anything, but I still loved it. Well, I am over it, to say the least. We have discovered a fabulous restaurant that you absolutely MUST experience–El Valle Mexican Grill. It is simply the best Mexican food in east county.
We were greeted by lovely smiles and seated in quite possibly the cleanest dining room I have ever been in. I’m serious. It was CLEAN! The servers were so gracious and brought us warm chips and awesome salsa. How was the main course you ask? In one word, AWESOME. The steaming hot ground beef and rice were perfectly seasoned and caused the abundant amount of cheese to ooze with yumminess over the entire dish. The tostada, lettuce, and tomatoes were perfectly fresh and put just the right amount of crisp into every bite. Needless to say, I overstuffed myself.
Just when my husband (who, by the way, has become so “in-shape” from working out so much, is a bit hard to hug–literally) and I thought we were going to burst at the seams, the kind wait staff brought us dessert! Without even asking us!!! A beautiful dessert with fresh whipped cream, cinnamon and chocolate, oh my! It was simply FABULOUS!
I have found my new favorite Mexican food restaurant. Taco Del Mar? What’s that???
You may have thought that this blog was a review of a restaurant. It is not. It’s a rant. A rant about manners…and on the lack of respect we show one another.
As my husband and I enjoyed our wonderful meal and the wonderful service of El Valle, I noticed a trend taking shape amongst the other guests. A trend that really upset me. No matter who you are, or how important you think you are, you are not any more important than anybody else.
I found the staff of this restaurant very hospitable. I could not understand why other people chose to treat the staff less than such. There is no reason to be unkind. I do understand being upset at poor service; however, when poor service is present (which was not the case here), people should still be treated like people.
I could go on and on and on about manners, but I won’t (this time). *evil grin* Just remember: Smile, be pleasant, and say please and thank you.
“Please and Thank you.” Good night;)