I taught a class today through a company that serves lunch as part of the class day. We go to a local place that serves pizza, sandwiches and salads.
There were four of us who went – me and three men.
Now when I go I always order a BLT because I love BLTs and this is my chance to have one. I don’t know why particularly that I don’t make them at home, but I don’t.
Now, the company I teach through puts in the order before we get there to give us more time to enjoy our meal. It’s rather nice, and the restaurant knows us by now. So, we just come in and sit down, then have our meals served.
Today the order included three sandwiches and a salad. Remember the demographic of the group? Three men and a woman?
The waitress, without asking who ordered it, put the salad in front of me.
I think it was more about the fact I am female than being not slender, but I did roll my eyes internally at ingrained cultural ideas.
Any waitress who doesn’t ask who ordered what deserves to be smacked.
There is a place here in STL that makes the best Bacon Sandwich of ever. You can get it with lettuce and tomato if you’re into that. Even better, you can stand outside under the kitchen vent fan and let it blow bacon vapors (no grease, just smell) over you. I think they do it on puropse, the whole neighborhood smells like bacon sometimes.
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