A sunny pleasure dome with caves of ice!
Posted in Today I Ate Soup on October 31st, 2007 by avi – 3 CommentsI stopped yesterday evening at a local diner for a hot turkey sandwich. I really shouldn’t eat them, but sometimes I just need one, and I’ve joined a honest to goodness gym, so I feel less guilty about the occasional extravagance.
Anyways, that’s not what my story is about. My story is about the crazy lady in the booth next to me at this diner. She wasn’t hurling obscenities or spitting uncontrollably; she was actually sitting quietly and drinking a cup of tea while she read the menu. At first, I thought nothing of her, apart that maybe she wasn’t really the type I’m used to seeing in this diner in the wee hours. She was a small woman, in her mid-forties, dressed conservatively (or at least unmemorably); I’m used to seeing construction workers, drunk and/or stoned teenagers, and a variety of scruffy miscreants (such as myself) in this place, at this time, but even so, she didn’t particularly stand out.
As I was seated, the waitress (there’s only one working at this time of night) took my drink order and then stopped by the woman’s table to ask if she’d decided. She said no, and asked some kind of question about the menu; I don’t remember exactly what it was, something about if a particular dish came with fries or if it was possible to get just fries. A stupid question. A few minutes later, the waitress returned with my drink, took my order and then went to ask the woman if she’s made any more progress deciding what she wanted. The woman asked some other asinine question about the menu and then said she needed more time to think about it.
This pattern repeated itself the whole time I was there. I got my soup (I ended up with gumbo despite having asked for wedding soup, but the gumbo was actually pretty good, so I didn’t say anything), and the woman asked something like, “what is country-fried steak” and then for more time to consider her options. I got my hot turkey sandwich (they sprinkle crispy onions on top of it, it’s so good.), and she did it again. Each time the waitress came to bring or ask me something, she would ask this woman again if she wanted to order, and she was never able to decide. Just as I was getting done with my dinner, the woman suddenly put down her menu and, having drunk only half of her mug of hot tea in this entire time, got up to pay her bill. After paying, she returned to her table to leave a tip: one cent. She put it down kind of angrily and then stalked out the front door. Maybe she was upset that the menu was too complicated.
She should have ordered a hot turkey sandwich. They’re really good.




