Friday, July 1, 2011
As a general rule, New Sara tries to be a largely positive person. I figure I'm the only one in charge of my response to the world & I'm the one that is most impacted by my response to the world so I might as well make that response pleasant. I'm no Dave--that man makes Pollyanna look like Oscar the Grouch with PMS--but I do ok. That being said, I've got a pet peeve & it's time for me to fire up a rant.
You know what I hate? "Free" fries.
It is important to me that we still go out to eat. Not only for my sanity & enjoyment, but also to keep me grounded. The journey to goal is just practice for the lifetime of maintenance & it isn't realistic to expect that I will never eat out again. I need to have the skills to eat out, enjoy it, but not blow a whole week's calories on one meal. Like I said, it takes practice.
We went out last night & I dutifully ordered my meal, trying to balance what is tasty with what is healthy. I made my list of substitutions, among them being to swap the mountain of fries for some steamed veggies. Out came the food & there were the fries. That's not what makes me annoyed. I was a server for a lot of years. Mistakes happen, mistakes get corrected. No big deal. What makes me annoyed is HOW the fry mistake gets fixed. Allow me to illustrate.
Problem: Erroneous cheese on a sandwich. Solution: Removal of said cheese, likely a new sandwich.
Problem: Fries instead of veggies. Solution: "You can keep the fries for free!"
Like it's a blessing. To be fair, I was the perpetrator of the Fry Fix many many times, & to all of those whom I fried, I'm very sorry. Now, as a grown-up who sees value in things over & above free fries, I just want them to take the plate, scrape the fries in the trash & bring me my stupid veggies. I'm aware of what a great deal it is & I'm aware that they are delicious...all to aware. I see a pile of those beautiful potato treats singing their siren song & I want to dive in 'til there's nothing left but the grease sheen on my face. I did everything right, I made good choices (which is hard enough)...please don't tempt me a second time.
I only ate one of those wicked little waffles* last night, but it was enough to get my blood boiling. "Free" fries: quite possibly #1 on my pet peeve list. Or maybe it's #2 after that robo-dial call "This is Rachel at 'card services.' Please call immediately in regard to your current credit card account..."
*Disclaimer: I hate waffle fries. They're just a bunch of crunchy skinny fries all stuck together. Steak fries, on the other hand, make me weak in the knees...mmmm....steak fries.