I was having lunch in NY once with my husband in a fancy restaurant, and the poor waiter dropped our shellfish plateau. It was actually a glass slab, and when it hit the ground it exploded like a tiny nuclear weapon. Shellfish and glass particles seemingly in a mushroom cloud with a noise like a cannon from the 1812 Overture conclusion. I cannot exaggerate sufficiently. We jumped straight in the air a foot, as did the other startled people around us, and I said something like “the plateau heard around the world” and we all burst out laughing, it was so startling.
A woman sitting at a distant table jumped up and declared she had a broken-glass shellfish phobia, and wanted compensation for having her composure shattered. All the laughter with the waiter stopped until I said “oh my god you’re serious” and it the laughter all started again as we tried to help corral some of the food for help the poor guy.
Then maitress d’ who had an sneering acidity undercut by a volcano of barely suppressed giggles “Madam,I must inform you that your shattered glass shellfish phobia across the room does not constitute a reason to not pay the bill.
We had a great lunch, dished with the waiter and maitress d’ and it all worked out.
The Kvetching Karen simply was the spirit sister to the Shellfish Shocked. These people learn to hold their opinions to themselves the hard way.
I was having lunch in NY once with my husband in a fancy restaurant, and the poor waiter dropped our shellfish plateau. It was actually a glass slab, and when it hit the ground it exploded like a tiny nuclear weapon. Shellfish and glass particles seemingly in a mushroom cloud with a noise like a cannon from the 1812 Overture conclusion. I cannot exaggerate sufficiently. We jumped straight in the air a foot, as did the other startled people around us, and I said something like “the plateau heard around the world” and we all burst out laughing, it was so startling.
A woman sitting at a distant table jumped up and declared she had a broken-glass shellfish phobia, and wanted compensation for having her composure shattered. All the laughter with the waiter stopped until I said “oh my god you’re serious” and it the laughter all started again as we tried to help corral some of the food for help the poor guy.
Then maitress d’ who had an sneering acidity undercut by a volcano of barely suppressed giggles “Madam,I must inform you that your shattered glass shellfish phobia across the room does not constitute a reason to not pay the bill.
We had a great lunch, dished with the waiter and maitress d’ and it all worked out.
The Kvetching Karen simply was the spirit sister to the Shellfish Shocked. These people learn to hold their opinions to themselves the hard way.
Wish I had been there. The incident sounds hilarious!