Dad and I eat out a lot. It's just about the only thing I can get him out of the house to do. Plus, it seems he enjoys my cooking less and less, so as it gets harder to cook for him, it becomes easier just to go out somewhere. Thing is....he's picky about that too so there are not a lot of choices.
And not to get off track here, but this seems like a good place to interject my frustration.....tonight as I served him supper, he announced he doesn't like baked potato's. A few weeks ago, it was carrots. I was flabbergasted as he has liked these things in the past and I have seen him inhale them on many occasions! Well alrighty then! Regroup!!! Of course, I had already given him his insulin based on what his sugar tested AND what I was serving him. He is supposed to have 60 carbs a meal. Unfortunately this whole potato fiasco meant he'd had too much insulin and would not have enough carbohydrates with his meal. To make matters worse, when he realizes that I am frustrated, he says, "Oh just don't worry about it." To which I wanted to ask him if I should start worrying when he passed out on the floor because his blood sugar went too low, but......I bit my lip.
Alas.....I digress.....grrrrr!! And don't worry, I found something else to give him to meet his carbohydrate requirements. Now, back to my story.
Last night at a nearby unnamed restaurant, we were seated near the kitchen. There was no door, just an open space and we could easily see the goings on. Waitresses were busy running too and fro trying to get orders out. It seems that the restaurants dad likes to frequent have gotten very busy lately. I chock it up the return of snowbirds to the area now that the Holidays are over.
This area of the kitchen seemed to hold their deserts, mainly pies. I noticed a waitress working very fast and what I at first thought was efficiently. She carved up yummy looking pie slices onto several plates and it had me thinking, "Wow that looks so good, and I want some!" That was, until I saw her scoop ice cream on top. Right there in plain view, though her back was to me, I saw her un-gloved fingers reach out and 'help' the ice cream out of the scoop on to the pies.
And....as if that wasn't bad enough.....she then proceeded to wipe her hands on the back of her pants. WHAT!!!! Are you kidding me? I did not just see that. But, sadly i did see it and watched her do it a few more times too, once, touching the side of the pie as it moved from the pie tin to the serving plate.
Needless to say, that blew my appetite for dessert, not that I needed it anyway. But I sat there wondering, "Hmmm, I wonder if the customer that ordered that pie and ice cream knew what I had seen, would they still want desert?"
I suppose, if we don't know something like that has happened, it won't hurt us right?
Free State of Van Zandt and Belinda Blurb
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