I didnt realize we would be eating WITH him. I knew he would be having lunch while we were there, but I thought we would simply be sitting with him. Not eating. The food. There. The Chef came out, and with microphone in hand he began to tell us of the delectable meal he had painstakingly prepared for us. I thought to myself, no matter what, Im going to make sure I compliment him. To have to stand in the middle of the dining room and say all that, took guts. My choice was the chopped sirloin with buttered egg noodles. The meal was placed before me as though we were at a 5 star restaurant. I looked for a moment and my mind began to spin the story as to why I would not be able to eat this. I look over at Dawndra thinking we can collaborate on this story, but no, she is already putting the first bite into her mouth. My courage rises and I begin the daunting task of cutting a piece of chopped sirloin into an acceptable size. As the fork reaches my mouth, my eyes begin to water, and I feel my throat close, refusing to accept this morsel of, what was it, chopped sirloin. I look to Dawndra for encouragement. She is busy telling a story about oatmeal and fruit, in between bites. Through the tears that have now filled my eyes, Im WILLING her to look at me. She keeps talking. I swiftly plant the toe of my boot into her shin. She keeps talking. I scoot forward on my chair, bring my leg back and kick again, with a renewed aggressiveness. She shoots me a look, at first angry that Ive inflicted such pain. When she finally sees the look of horror on my face, as the fork reaches my mouth, she tries to keep her composure, as well as the food already in her mouth. She looks away knowing, once we start. there will be no controlling our laughter. I manage to get the bite in my mouth. The rest is a blur...you know, the chewing and swallowing part. I cut more of the chopped sirloin, convinced theyve outright lied to us about what theyve served. I move it around on my plate trying to make it appear Ive eaten some. The attempt is futile and Ive already decided I wont be saying anything to the Chef about our meal. Ill hide it under my napkin. Hell never know the extent of his failure on my plate. How I made it though the rest of that meal, I do not know. I do know, I was unable to look Dawndra in the eye afterwards. And when I did, it was with a pleading in my eyes that said, get me out of here. A look only a sister...a best friend would understand. I love you Dawndra Sue. So very much!
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 11:43:11 +0000
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