I am not particularly picky about food. I like what I like, and I tend to like healthy food selections, but I’ll try just about anything.
But there are some things that I love. Like pecan pie.
Well, I loved pecan pie. Until today. This is why.
I was craving a nice piece of pecan pie, and there is this little place kind-of near my house that has superb pecan pie. Let’s put it this way… it’s worth the drive. I ordered my lone piece of pie at the take-out counter. The lady behind the counter cut me a nice slice from an almost-whole pie as she asked if I wanted it with whipped cream.
“No, thanks,” I answered.
She put the pie slice on the counter and reached for a take-out container.
Someone behind me ordered something. The take-out lady asked a question about the order. I don’t remember what the order was because my mind went blank and my taste buds wilted as a big bubble of spit flew from the take-out lady’s mouth and landed on my naked pecan pie.
I stared at the bubble of spit as it disappeared into my pie.
All of my senses ceased. I didn’t hear the snap of the take-out container or the normally friendly sound of the paper bag my order went into. I couldn’t feel my fingers handing over the money. I couldn’t smell the delectable aromas that envelop the restaurant. I couldn’t see beyond that bubble of spit that melted into the pecan pie that sat inside the container inside the paper bag.
I couldn’t speak when the take-out lady handed me the bag. I simply took it, walked to my car, drove home, walked to my trash bin and threw the take-out bag away.
I don’t think I will ever be able to eat a piece of pecan pie again. Ever.
Am I being overly dramatic?
Not at all because I’m now thinking I’ll never eat pecan pie again, and I LOVE it. Just had a piece on Sunday from a place by us that has superb pecan pie and is worth the drive.
Did she seriously not notice that she spit!? Because I notice when I’m talking and spitting, especially when around food.
Eww. That’s disgusting! No, you are not being dramatic at all….of course, this is coming from a pregnant woman and it takes nothing to ruin me on a food these days!
MY question(s) would be:
a. Why the he** did you pay for it?
B. Why did you ACCEPT the damn pie?
C. Not say a thing about it?
You have a mouth, USE IT. IMO, You haven’t a soul to blame but you. I don’t know about public service people… Okay, she drooled too… Maybe they need a mask? LOL!
Yes
Well, unless you plan on not eating in any restaurant, ever again.
(You can always make your own, spit-free pecan pie).
I would have been upset too, but I also wouldn’t have taken it. I would have asked for a new piece or said I changed my mind, but I’m also not nearly as nice as you are.
How disgusting! I don’t know what I would have done. Although I agree with Connie – stick to your own spit-free pie. Actually, if I saw it happen, I might be more apt to eat pie (although likely from somewhere else!) than if I had taken it home and found hair in it or something, in which case I would always be worried when I ordered pie!
I had a similar incident with some cinnamon toast as a kid (20 years later, I still shudder when I think about it). I’ve never eaten it since.
Oh, gosh! That is enough to make anyone lose their appetite! How unfortunate! 🙁
I suppose this is why I’m always a bit worried when we eat anything that doesn’t come from our garden or our kitchen! LOL! Now I’m being dramatic, eh? 😉
Not overly dramatic. In time you will be able to eat it again. But, please, make it yourself. 🙂