I was out to dinner with a group of friends on Thursday night, when I was struck with another aspect of my condition. Though the food sharing situation was fully under control, the wait service was apparently not. When you combine the food hoarding instincts with my
The skinny: I ordered a $14 plate of pasta, thinking "this pasta better be make-me-drool-good and dream-about-it-later-memorable". It arrived. It was fine. I ate about half the plate before excusing myself to the restroom. Do you know what's coming? Do you?
The waiter took my plate. Not my empty, ready-for-the-dishwater plate, no no. He took my seven dollars worth of perfectly average pasta and threw it away. I thought my heart was going to fail me on the spot. I don't blame my friends for this, this transgression is a serious wait staff issue. You do not remove someone's plate without their permission. If the person is not there, you WAIT. It's your JOB. You're a WAITER. That's what you DO. You WAIT.
Deep breaths. Cleansing thoughts. I can taste the pasta. Just as I could the next day when I had no leftovers to which to turn. I tried to soothe myself with the memory of the restaurant's 84% sanitation grade.
I am posting this, and particularly the historical link, for anyone who may find themselves in a food sharing situation with me. After sharing this story with a friend this morning, she is now afraid to dine with me, but - I think - glad that she has gained awareness of my condition.