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labrujahLast night I trudged home through the slanting torrential rain to find:
no food in the house except leftover pasta salad (with cabbage in it? Ew.) and a tomato
guest-strangers lounging about and hogging the computer, although they had been home all day long with it
the computer unable to download my photos which I have been trying to edit and post for a WEEK, not that I even got a turn at the computer or anything.
A lot of little things about my house are irritating to me, and they all came together into a huge ball of frustration last night. What kind of quality of living is this to come home to?
Luckily I was rescued by a young man taking me to a fancy sushi place where we dined on fatty tuna.
This place, Jewel, was evidently featured in the New Yorker a couple weeks ago, so its twelve or so tables were packed full. We got a spot at the sushi bar which was fun to watch. The food was delicious but the hovering waitstaff was totally insane, like a parody of hovering waitstaff. The waitress actually stopped him and took the beer out of the young man's hand to pour it for him. Then I got in trouble for unfolding the little cloth you use to pinch your fingertips clean (I thought it was a towel!) How can you enjoy your $18 piece of sushi with people breathing down your neck? I was afraid I wasn't chewing correctly, or something.
And the maitre'd was bizarre, like Ed Grimley style. He kept appearing at our elbows and intoning loudly "WILD TAZMANIAN SALMON, RED, RICH AND DELICIOUS!!" He also called me "Madame." I think that's a first.
no food in the house except leftover pasta salad (with cabbage in it? Ew.) and a tomato
guest-strangers lounging about and hogging the computer, although they had been home all day long with it
the computer unable to download my photos which I have been trying to edit and post for a WEEK, not that I even got a turn at the computer or anything.
A lot of little things about my house are irritating to me, and they all came together into a huge ball of frustration last night. What kind of quality of living is this to come home to?
Luckily I was rescued by a young man taking me to a fancy sushi place where we dined on fatty tuna.
This place, Jewel, was evidently featured in the New Yorker a couple weeks ago, so its twelve or so tables were packed full. We got a spot at the sushi bar which was fun to watch. The food was delicious but the hovering waitstaff was totally insane, like a parody of hovering waitstaff. The waitress actually stopped him and took the beer out of the young man's hand to pour it for him. Then I got in trouble for unfolding the little cloth you use to pinch your fingertips clean (I thought it was a towel!) How can you enjoy your $18 piece of sushi with people breathing down your neck? I was afraid I wasn't chewing correctly, or something.
And the maitre'd was bizarre, like Ed Grimley style. He kept appearing at our elbows and intoning loudly "WILD TAZMANIAN SALMON, RED, RICH AND DELICIOUS!!" He also called me "Madame." I think that's a first.
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cabbage
Date: 2002-12-12 11:49 am (UTC)green cabbage though, ew.