Today we went to Mexico for lunch and we gorged ourselves on chips and salsa.
While we were speeding through the chips and salsa, a table of holy rollers sat down behind us. There were five of them and when the guy brought out their food he had one arm full of food from his hand to his neck and the other hand held one plate. Of course, the table was rather inept at claiming their items. I’m sure the guy was getting real tired of that plate of sizzling fajitas being a few inches from his face. Anyway, after he was finally able to hand over each plate, one of the women said something about the cheese dip she ordered. She repeated cheese dip and made a motion with her hands like she was dipping something into an imaginary bowl. It was at that point that I wanted to jump up and throttle her but I saved my rage for snarking on the website.
Just because the man’s face is brown and he works at a place called Mexico doesn’t mean that he doesn’t speak English. Repeating “cheese dip” and making a motion with your hands is a little unnecessary especially since he had 6 or 7 plates on his person when he showed up at your table. Where was he going to put that bowl of cheese dip? On his head? In his pocket? And, furthermore, your actual waiter was steps behind him with the dip.
So, the next time you have a group prayer at your table maybe you should toss in a line about making yourself a little less obnoxious.