One more note before bed

[muck_a_luck]

We had takeout from Macaroni Grill tonight.

I had lasagna with meatballs.

Husband had Pizza Margharita (or however you spell it).

At the Macaroni Grill, they give you your take out in big, brown shopping bags with nice handles. Which is all well and good, except I always get a pizza, which means the bag just holds the order together and kind of keeps it warm, but I'm still walking out balancing a bag on the side, becuase of the pizza box.

So this afternoon, I'm a tad early for my food, and I'm sitting at the bar (NO, not drinking anything. Gah.) waiting patiently. I've paid and everything.

And coming over from the kitchen is a perky young thing, carrying my bag by the handles.

*sigh*

I take it from her politely, lay it on the bar, remove my meal, remove Husband's pizza, open the box, and show it to her.

She looks mildly surprised to see that inside the box, there is a round of pinkish bread, and to the side there is a mound of cheese and basil and tomatoes, a large portion of which is attached to the top of the box, and the cheese is kind of connecting the two box parts with long, interesting strings.

I waited while they fixed me another one.

*sighs more*

The bartender, who at this time of the afternoon is responsible for takeout, says, did she just put it in the bag sideways?! I just gave him a weary smile and nodded.

The perky little thing perks back over to me and says, They're making you another one right now. Can I get you something to drink. No, no, I'm fine, says I. She looks hardly the least bit apologetic, says, I've never worked takeout in my life, and toddles off with a VERY LARGE glass of what looks to me to be white zinfandel (more evidence that she must be on the ditzy side. White zinfandel is nasty.). I was mostly amused. Not like I haven't done my own boneheaded things in my time. But still. What a twerp. Possibly not competent to be drinking on the job, particularly just before the dinner rush.

*shakes head*

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[amise.livejournal.com]

Possibly not competent to be drinking on the job, particularly just before the dinner rush.

Nor necessarily legal. I know it's not in my state.

I hope the pizza was worth the wait.

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Their pizza has a paper thin crust, lots of fresh basil, and is cooked on the hearth, so is all burned and cindery. Usually, it's a nice, light treat. Husband ate it all last night, though. :)