A special
Summer's Day celebration with my family was in order
and they trusted me with picking the restaurant.
They should
have known better, because with my luck anything can
happen, and usually does.
We gathered,
meeting at the designated time, hoping to eat, drink
and be merry; but a few mishaps, mistakes and missed
steps along the way changed the course, a little.
At the
restaurant, the seven of us crowded in and around a
small table. The chairs literally penned up next to
the wall, with no room to move around.
The waiter
took our drink orders, and returned with them, his
serving tray teetering above his head.
Maneuvering
between chairs, he squeezed hard to walk between
tables, and then it happened.
Picking up the
last drink, the glass slipped from his hand, falling
in slow motion to the floor into my daughter in
law’s purse.
The mixture of
cold soda and ice drenched her wallet, and make up
bag. Retrieving her cell phone, the beeping, and
blinking light indicated the coke drowned her phone,
too.
Her clothes
were soaked, and the waiter brought paper towels.
The blotting began, using tiny little white paper
napkins to clean up the mess.
Soon, the
manager joined our table, kneeling and apologized,
saying he would replace the phone, if needed.
Our food
arrived, one dish at a time, seven trips, one by
one, plate by plate. The process taking so long, we
wondered if they forgot part of our order.
The special
enchiladas my husband ordered were not completely
cooked, and he was not terribly impressed with his
meal, to say the least.
The waiter
tried to reassure us; once again, telling us he was
having a rather bad night. But, he did give us two
free bowls of cheese dip to ease the situation.
Taking a bite
of my chili relleno, the yummy breading, and the
oozing cheese tasted great. That is, until my knife
sawed into a deep fried toothpick in the
middle, inside the cheese.
Asking the
waiter about the discovery of the toothpick, he told
me they were used to hold the chili pepper together
while cooking and were to be removed before serving.
At least that
was the plan; so needless to say, we all received
dessert for free!
Our night on
the town included a few mishaps; still by the time
the check arrived we realized we had laughed more
than once, and had a most enjoyable time.
We all deal
with imperfect people in an imperfect world, and yes
waiters even serve imperfect customers, too. Don't
act surprised, you are not perfect, I promise.
None of us can
make claim to perfection as there’s only one person,
who has attained such a status, and he’s sitting
beside his Father right now in heaven.
He longs to
spend time celebrating with you, helping you along
the way, to lighten the load, and to guide your
steps.
So with Jesus
on your side, even when you do drop something, he
will blot away the mess, and his service is great,
always on time, and he never expects a tip, he just
longs for you to spend time with him!
And that my
friend is a most precious dessert!
