I’m at work and starving.
My mornings are just hectic and sometimes I grab my purse, slip on my shoes and run out the door without breakfast.
Ooops.
So I’m starving at work. The time is dragging by so slow and there’s nothing I want to eat in the vending machine. I’m drinking water hoping that will kill my appetite, but nope. My stomach wants FOOD not some lukewarm H2O.
It’s finally lunchtime and I run across the street to the newest cafe that serves the best soups and sandwiches.
I love their BLACK BEAN SOUP. It’s so good it deserves to be in all caps. probably even italicized with a few exclamation points (like this: BLACK BEAN SOUP!!!!!).
So this particular morning, I’m starving and I have my mind made up that come hell or high water I will get a bowl of that BLACK BEAN SOUP with a side of that crusty bread and I will be full and all will be right in my world again.
I walk in and give the lady behind the counter my sweetest smile.
“May I have — ?”
Before I can get the words out, she interrupts me. “Oh, hold on, one second!” Complete with the index finger and everything.
Ok, y’all, I’m starving, I think to myself. You’ve got five seconds before I hurl myself over the counter and devour everything that’s not nailed down. Five, four, three….
“Ok, how may I help you?” she says, returning with a smile.
I smile back. “I’d like a bowl of your BLACK BEAN SOUP, please.” [Note: See how nice I am? Most folks these days don’t even say please anymore. It’s a lost art.]
Her smile disappears. “Oh, I’m sorry, we don’t have any of the BLACK BEAN SOUP today.”
My smile disappears. I crane my neck to look around her, at the blackboard listing the daily soup specials. I see under Wednesday, in blue chalk: BLACK BEAN SOUP.
“You don’t have any of the soup?” I repeat.
“No, I’m sorry.”
My brain just DOES.NOT.COMPUTE. “But….” I frown even harder. “So there’s no BLACK BEAN SOUP?”
“No….” She looks kind of scared of me now, probably because a rational woman would simply move on and order something else.
But my brain hurts, I had a taste for the BLACK BEAN SOUP, Wednesday is BLACK BEAN SOUP day and hell, I came over here on a Wednesday to make sure I could get some BLACK.BEAN.SOUP.
Then I realize: It’s Thursday.
Ugh.
May I have a do-over, please?
ew! screwing up your days AND not getting something you had a taste for. HATE THAT!!! well, i’m glad you didn’t hurl a shou\e at cashier girl, cuz you’da looked real silly explaining that one, lololol!!!
That is hilarious and DEFINITELY something that I would do. LOL
~ humps
ROTFLMAO, you have me over here dying! I don’t know which is funnier, how badly you wanted the BLACK BEAN SOUP (ew, by the way), or not realizing what the day was, LOL. Poor twin, xoxo
@Courtney – No, the BLACK BEAN SOUP is SOOOO good! Better than beets! LOL.
Oh, my goodness, that was so funny! I always believe in a hearty laugh everyday and that was it. You know, honestly, I know where you’re coming from. Actually, I had a similar experience recently. For most of my life, I’ve hated meatloaf….but found the best meatloaf in this local soulfood restaurant. I planned my stop after working and at a light lunch to insure I had room….but when I got there, they were out. I couldn’t believe it. I literally stood there for a good five minutes in a daze, almost confused before I left….lol.
@Danielle – Exactly! You aren’t trying to be rude it’s just that once your brain gets locked on something, it’s hard to change your mind just that quick!
Haha! I haven’t had the Black Bean Soup, but their Thursday soup is my FAVE!