Cinco de What?
I had the car today so I went searching for supper. I wanted something Mexican--my favorite things being fajitas and nachos. The problem with wanting Mexican here is that most of it is actually too authentic for my palate. I grew up with Tex Mex. I would kill for an On the Border around here. I haven't had decent nachos since 2003.
But anyway. I kept getting diverted by heavy traffic, and finally ended up at a place I didn't much like the last time I tried it, but that was years ago. So I tried it again. The food was okay. Still too authentic. There was some heavy reddish sauce on my fajitas that I'm not used to seeing. However, I ran across one of the only problems I have with immigrants working in the US. When you work in a restaurant where most of the clientele is going to speak English and you're expected to take orders from them and speak to them, then please learn enough English to get it right! I ordered a Corona with my meal just because it was Cinco de Mayo. When one of the men came by and asked me if I wanted another, I shook my head and said I was having only the one. He brought me another. I can see how he misunderstood, but no one fluent would have made the mistake.
I am not assertive. I couldn't bear the idea of arguing with them that no, I hadn't ordered it and yes, I was sorry it would have to be thrown away, but I wasn't paying for it. So I resigned myself to sitting there a lot longer and drank the damn thing. While I was in the bathroom the bus people stole my lime wedge. At this point, I was nearly in tears, but the worse was yet to come.
Those stupid Coronas coast $4 each. My dinner was $17 before taxes! I haven't been that grumpy unhappy with a meal in ages. Not doing that again. Ever.
But anyway. I kept getting diverted by heavy traffic, and finally ended up at a place I didn't much like the last time I tried it, but that was years ago. So I tried it again. The food was okay. Still too authentic. There was some heavy reddish sauce on my fajitas that I'm not used to seeing. However, I ran across one of the only problems I have with immigrants working in the US. When you work in a restaurant where most of the clientele is going to speak English and you're expected to take orders from them and speak to them, then please learn enough English to get it right! I ordered a Corona with my meal just because it was Cinco de Mayo. When one of the men came by and asked me if I wanted another, I shook my head and said I was having only the one. He brought me another. I can see how he misunderstood, but no one fluent would have made the mistake.
I am not assertive. I couldn't bear the idea of arguing with them that no, I hadn't ordered it and yes, I was sorry it would have to be thrown away, but I wasn't paying for it. So I resigned myself to sitting there a lot longer and drank the damn thing. While I was in the bathroom the bus people stole my lime wedge. At this point, I was nearly in tears, but the worse was yet to come.
Those stupid Coronas coast $4 each. My dinner was $17 before taxes! I haven't been that grumpy unhappy with a meal in ages. Not doing that again. Ever.