Have you ever been in a situation where the room goes silent, everything is in slow motion, and despite the fact that there are 30 to 40 people in the room you realize…you are the center of attention?
Perhaps that’s happened to all of us. We realize, we should know something that we just don’t know.
That happened to me yesterday.
Yesterday, Morris and I met a dear friend for dinner at Restaurant Eve. It was her birthday and cause for a celebration. I had not seen her in a while. So, I got a little carried away with catching up and forgot to review the menu in detail.
Note to self: review the menu, then chat.
Before I knew it our server, Don, was coming around to take orders. Thankfully, he began taking orders at the other end of the table. So, I had about a minute and a half to peruse the menu. I only understood about every other word on the menu. So, I made an executive decision to focus on the words that I understood.
Don: What will you have for an appetizer, Miss?
Me: I’ll have the Tempura Squash
Don: And for an entrée?
Me: I’ll have the Honeycomb Blueberry…
Don: ….do you mean the Honeycomb Blueberry Tripe?
Me: Yes, the Tripe.
Don: Have you ever had Tripe before?
Me: No, I have not.
Don (lowering his voice): Do you know what Tripe is?
Me: No, I haven’t the slightest idea.
The restaurant becomes quite. Morris’ eyes enlarge and his lips press together, as if he is holding his breath. We also have the attention of our neighboring diners.
Don calmly walks to my side of the table and explains that Tripe is the second stomach of water buffalo. I respond by bursting into a fit of giggles/tears and ask for the vegetarian option.
Morris learned something about me yesterday. I am not easily embarrassed. While he is completely mortified at the incident, I am airing this snafu. Morris views the incident as horrific. I view the incident as hilarious.
I’ve been warned that I may be viewed as simple-minded if this story is published. For the record, I managed to discuss the Higgs Boson Particle (the God-Particle) and my love for all things public radio at the same dinner table. So, for now…I think I’m safe.