It’s 4:30 in the afternoon. A few friends and I are having a nosh at a local diner when the following unfolds at an adjacent table…
Woman: How is your mac & cheese made, is it baked or…?
(Menu states baked mac & cheese, by the way, I was enjoying the dish as this unfolded.)
Waiter (clearly perplexed by her what color is George Washington’s white horse type question): It’s baked.
Woman: Is it good?
(Because a waiter is ever going to tell her it’s the most foul stuff on earth, even if it’s the absolute truth.)
Waiter: Honestly, I’ve never had it (Wait what?)
Woman: Never had it here or ever? (Okay, an unusual, but valid question.)
(Yes, I clutched my imaginary pearls. And then went all “I’m Sorry Miss Jackson” Ever, ever? Ever? in my mind. )
Woman: Should I chance it?
Waiter (deadpan): Well, I haven’t seen it kill anyone – yet. (Yes, he had a dramatic pause.)
Of course that would be the moment I choke on my mac & cheese. No, I mean, full-fledged water streaming from my eyes, pounding on my back, drawing all attention in the diner choke.
Woman (understanding that it’s their exchange that has caused the choke): Sounds delicious, I’ll have it.
Let’s see how others are slicing it up….