So the fam goes out to dinner to celebrate a bunch of stuff and the waitress almost makes me cry.
It all starts when Boy orders a root beer. He tastes it and makes a face. A yucky face. One that is not usually seen after a hit of root beer. So I take a drink and make a similar face. Definitely something wrong.
The waitress comes back to the table and I tell her (nicely) of the predicament. She’s all, “I know, right? Our root beer tastes horrible. Too sugary.”
I shake my head. “No. That’s the problem. It’s not sugary at all.”
She smiles and walks off. I stare at the people at my family like, “Am I in the Twilight Zone?”
Husband takes a drink of the root beer. He says, “Yeah. It does taste different. I kind of like it.”
I shake my head. “No you don’t it. It’s disgusting. Don’t try to tell me that’s how it’s supposed to taste. Something is WRONG with it.”
The kids implore me to let it go. I’m not usually like this and I wonder what’s gotten into me.
The waitress comes back and we order Boy a lemonade. I keep my mouth shut.
Waitress does not remove root beer from table.
But when she comes back later with the food, I can see that we’ll need every available inch of table space. So I won’t be tempted to mention the root beer taste, I whisper to Husband to ask the waitress to remove the cup. He does and my mouth pops open. “It really tastes bad. Somebody should check it out.”
She nods like she’s trying to appease me. Looks at me like I’m crazy. Says, “I know. We put like 20 pounds of sugar in it.”
I shake my head. “No. There’s NO sugar in it.”
She gives me that smile again and walks off.
I would put my head on the table to cry, but there’s no room. Even with the root beer gone. The kids ask me why I’m bothered so much. And it hits me.
I put up my pointer finger. “Kids could be here drinking root beer for the FIRST TIME. What if they taste it and then they never order root beer again? They’ll be 20 and a friend will offer them one and they’ll say, ‘No, thanks,’ because they think root beer tastes HORRIBLE.”
Husband points his chin toward a table down the way. Two little kids are sitting there with bad root beer. “I see what you’re saying,” Husband says.
And that makes me feel a lot better. Even though thinking of that waitress still makes me want to cry.
8 comments:
Without commenting on the deplorable server, rest assured that more opportunities to taste the awesomeness of root beer will happen in those kids' lives. It's an American classic.
I hate mac'n'cheese, but it somehow forces itself upon me.
Those machines that dispense soft drinks in restaurants are suspect. sometimes they aren't cleaned properly, so I think if a drink tastes off, toss it!
JONATHON: I appreciaet your expertise here and will share it with my family! Seriously, I will. Also, I also dislike mandcheese. Makes me bloated.
TRICIA: I actually felt sick for a few minutes after my sip. Will be more careful in the future. (Freaking soft drink dispenser.)
You and Jon don't like mac and cheese??!!!
Now I want a rootbeer float. A good one.
KELLY: I sometimes eat it when I'm really hungry or bored, but I don't enjoy it. Float sounds v good!!!
Root beer to me is A&W root beer float. There is no other kind :)
Anita, my blog has a new address and it is on my profile. Thank you Anita.
OCEAN GIRL: It's hard to beat A&W! That's for sure. Amazing that you've got it halfway 'round the world. Will come check out the new address.
This is why you only order root beer if it comes in a bottle. I've had the soda out of the dispenser when the syrup was almost gone - basically seltzer water. Yuck.
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