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Food on Fridays with Ann
Late Sunday night I returned home from Grand Rapids, where I attended the biennial Festival of Faith & Writing held at Calvin College. The past few days, I’ve tried to share some of my encounters and interactions with you. The following is a scene from last Saturday (root beer falls loosely into the category of food, doesn’t it?).
My editor and I arranged to meet for lunch on Saturday along with another David C. Cook colleague to discuss potential projects.
Ideally, I’d handle myself in a professional and poised manner. I dressed for it, wearing black slacks, a suit jacket and black pumps.
We couldn’t find a place on campus to eat, so we jumped in my car and drove to the first quick restaurant we spotted: Culver’s.
I placed my order and filled my large cup with root beer. I glanced at the lids and straws, but my hands were full. I decided that trying to secure the lid would be too awkward. I carried the open cup carefully to a small table that was the only one available at the time.
We sipped our drinks for a couple of minutes, chatting, waiting for our food to arrive. Finally I offered to launch into my ideas. I slipped some papers from a Kinko’s bag to hand to both of them as I pitched the first concept.
At that moment, our trays of food arrived. I set my papers down and reached for the tray.
As I brought it toward me, the tray blocked my view of the cup, and—thunk!
The entire cup of root beer tipped over, cold drink pouring onto my lap and down my pant leg. I was saturated. Sopping. The liquid soaked my pants and continued to flow all the way down to my shoe—into my shoe.
“Save the papers!” I exclaimed. My editor whipped up the stack of papers while the other lady rushed over to grab a wad of napkins. I blotted my pants a little, but it was too far along to make much of a difference. I resigned myself to sit in root beer pants.
Someone watched the spill from a big table in the corner. She came over. “I’m just one person at a big table, and you’re three at this small one. Why don’t we trade? You [she glanced at me compassionately] look like you could use the space.”
I thanked her with a sheepish grin. We gathered our trays and bags to walk the few steps to the bigger table.
Squish-squish-squish.
The root beer had filled my right shoe.
Now that lady was nice! It seems like whenever we want to impress is just the right time for humility to kick in!
I’m glad I’m not the only one stuff like that happens to. My husband and I stayed in a fancy hotel recently and they served fresh squeezed orange juice in wine glasses – which requires a bit too much coordination in the morning as far as I’m concerned 🙂 Anyway, it ended up all over the table, the floor and nearly the wall! And yep – everyone in the whole restaurant was looking at us!!
You were just in Grand Rapids?!? I know just the Culver’s you’re talking about. This is my neck of the woods! Sounds like a great conference, maybe one I can get in on next time. Fun!
🙂 Katie
LOL, we’ve all had moments like that! Thanks for hosting this creative carnival. :~D
I do stuff like that all the time….=0)
Thank you for hosting. I linked up Merlin’s Gluten Free Mystical Magical Bars. Hope you all get a chance to try them. I will be looking at all the fabulous links soon.
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Fire-Eyes
times like this happen don’t worry we have all been there
Nope, that’s never happened to me…..however, I did have my baby spit up all over my resume during a job interview (why I had my baby with me at a job interview in another story) and then when I left I realized I’d locked my keys in my car and had to go back in to call for help.
..guess some things just aren’t meant to be…squish.. 🙂
No fun at all. I have certainly had some of those moments.
You all are very encouraging! My editor responded on Facebook and pointed out that it could have been worse–I could have spilled the root beer all over HER!
Ahhh Culvers!!! I love the butter burger. Thanks for sharing your imperfect situation and making me laugh.
Ann, oh! Too funny. You make my life feel normal. : )
Ann,
Thanks for stopping by my blog and for your great comment. I have responded to your thoughts there on teen texting.
Chris
http://mrclm.blogspot.com
Jenni at One Thing would be proud…
but culvers…how yumster dumpster…did you eat their fried cheese curds, that would almost…almost…make up for root beer in your shoe….
I asked the guy behind the counter about their sides, and he recommended the fries. He didn’t say squat about the cheese curds, so I didn’t order them. Now I feel misled. Cheated. Deprived…and curious.
hmmm…go back and have cheese curds and chocolate custard with the heath candy bar…this is good advice from Julie…her hubby was from Wisconsin and she only gets to eat there a couple of times a year at best…there are chains, she tells me, in Branson and Dallas….
smile…
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