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.