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45 Minutes for a Table? Hell no! April 28, 2012


I’m about to admit my only character flaw to you all…  I’m impatient.  (Pause for gasps.)  Yes, me, the teacher, is impatient.  I’m very patient with my students, patient with my slow computer, and patient waiting for my nails to dry.  But when it comes to food, bitch don’t make me wait 45 minutes.

 

I don’t cook because…. well because… um… I just don’t want to.  You have to like think about what you’re making, check to be sure you have all the ingredients, put them together, heat them up or something, and then comes the worst part- you have to clean it all up.  Ugh.  By then it’s 7 or 7:30 and all the good shows are on (you know, Modern Family, Real Housewives of well, anywhere etc.) and there I am with my hubbie groaning about loading the dishwasher and putting food down the disposal.  Because of this extremely taxing experience, I prefer to eat at restaurants when I get the chance.

 

So then comes Saturday night.  We leave church and get in the car.

“Where should we eat?”  The hubbie asks.

“Oh I don’t care…” I say casually, secretly hoping for my favorite place.

We head to restaurant #1.  We park the car about 3 miles from the entrance and hope it’s not busy.  Um, duh, red flags were waving at us in the face and we ignored them.

“Hi, ” I say to the hostess, “2 people please!”  I always think that a big smile and overly sweet greetings will get us in faster.

“45 minutes!” she says just as sweetly, handing me the buzzer.

I turned my head in such a panic I almost bitch slapped that poor hostess in the face with my hair.  The hubs and I agreed we wouldn’t wait that long, handed the buzzer back, and bolted in search of food from somewhere else.  But not before I slipped out a nasty, “That’s why we don’t come here,” just loud enough for the hostess holding the door open to hear.  I’m not proud of that one, but when I get hungry I turn into a completely different person.

 

Off we went to restaurant #2 (my pick!).  We never have to wait there, this was a sure thing!  We walked in and I did the chipper and overly sweet, “Two people please!”

“45 minutes!” she said through a smile and handed me the buzzer.  This time I did not even confer with the hubs.  I pushed that buzzer right back and we headed out the door.

“Now what?!” I said, as if there were about to be a nuclear attack and we had 5 minutes to find food or we’d starve.

We decided fast food was the way to go and happily walked right up to the register, ordered, and ate our food within 20 minutes (What can I say? We were hungry.)  We hopped in the car and headed home, 3 restaurants later, satisfied.

 

So here’s my question to you: How long is appropriate to wait for a table at a restaurant?  How long are you willing to wait?  Am I the only one who is too impatient to wait more than a half hour for a table?  If I’m psycho please feel free to let me know that as well, everyone needs a reality check once in a while.  But be brief, I don’t have the patience to read through long comments.

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How Would You Spend a Snow Day? February 2, 2011


I swear we teachers work all year for one coveted reason: The snow day.  If you teach in the midwest you’re almost guaranteed one of these throughout the winter.  Today, February 2nd, was our first snow day. 

One very snowy day!

It started with us dismissing students early yesterday.  I got home around 3:00 and immediately grabbed a Diet Coke, made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, put on sweat pants, and plopped down on the couch.  Sigh.  This is what I’ve been waiting for.  I couldn’t wait to watch Oprah for the first time since August and veg out on my comfy couch. 

I did this for about 3 hours.  I surfed Facebook, read blogs, attempted some graduate homework, and called my mom to wish her a happy birthday.  The only reason I got up from the couch around 6:00 was to eat.  I heated up some leftover pizza and plopped back down on the couch.  This pizza was especially delicious because I did not go to the gym today.  I usually go 3-4 times per week and happily missed today because of the deteriorating road conditions (and they cancelled my class.)  For some reason, crappy food tastes so much better if you haven’t worked out.  I tend to feel guilty if I cram tasty high-calorie food into my mouth directly following a sweaty cardio blast.  But not today.  Today the pizza tasted magical!

I continued with my evening by watching Beverly Hills Housewives Reunion and Teen Mom 2.  What a great evening!  Although I didn’t exert much energy all evening, I still managed to fall asleep quickly.  I slept in this morning until multiple snowblowers woke me up.  What is it with men and snowblowers?  Do snowblowers not work as well after 10:00 in the morning? 

This morning I walked into the living room and noticed my butt imprint in the couch from yesterday.  I happily settled back into my place and put my feet up.  My plans for the day include TV, cleaning, graduate homework, and eating.  I got to thinking, how did I spend my snow days when I was a kid?

If I was 10 instead of halfway to 50, I would have woken up 3 hours earlier, gobbled up some Frosted Flakes and got dressed to go outside.  I would have called all my neighborhood friends and met them on the hill for sledding.  We would have come home for food and water and gone back out. 

Now…. I stare out the window at the blustery conditions and shiver.  You could not pay me to go out there.  Even if I had no food in the house, I think I would start eating couch cushions before I would venture out for food.  Oh how the times have changed. 

I’m open to suggestions on how to spend my snow day today.  If you’re also enjoying one, tell me what you’ll be doing.  If you are longing for a snow day, tell me how you’d spend it.  Lord knows I’ll have time today to check your responses frequently!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my lazy snow day.