Before Mark and I moved to the far north, coastal California,
we frequented City Buffet in Hemet, California.
It was decent, and offered seafood and other shellfish regularly, which drew me in.
We never overstayed our welcome and the folks there got to know us. We teased and joked with them, and never knew if they actually understood our jokes or were patronizing us. No matter, we had fun and they were okay with it all.
One day, as we were paying our bill, the manager looked up at Mark and asked,
“How many plate you eat?”
Mark is 6’4″ and is a slim 235 pounds.
We laughed and I responded by telling the manager that I could eat far more than Mark could
and he wasn’t the one she should be concerned with!
In the back of my mind, I was thinking about the day I saw a young man hovering over, guarding, a stainless steel serving tray which had shortly before held a huge mound of king crab legs and now held none.
The tray was filled, the boy nearly emptied it, transferring the contents to his plate. The boy then turned to walk toward his table and as I watched in horror, all the crab slid off of his plate on to the floor.
I wonder if anyone asked the boy, “How many plate you waste?”
That was the last of the crab for the day, sadly. I was more than a little perturbed at the greed and disregard for other diners, such as ME. I would have eaten it off of the floor. After all, the crab legs are in their own little safety packages.
It’s good to start the day with a laugh!
What do you think of this?