Some kinda english teacher.
Was in a restaurant a while back with D and D. A pretty nice place for a town this size. The server had a typical small town friendliness about her.We sat down and listened to her recite , from memory, the painfully long list of daily specials, impressive. We then asked about the wine.Now this was a different story,the wine list had to be pulled out.Reading from the book, she was going on about the perfect weather in France for the bourdeau, the peaty-earthiness of Austalian shiraz , the hints of chocolate, the subtle essences of vanilla,the peppery tones,when the sweet young thing stumbled over a word .The word was eminently. A good word when talking about anything with snob appeal.
Without thinking I jumped in.
"Eminently"
"What?" she said
"Eminently, the word is 'em uh nuhnt lee' "
" You some kinda english teacher or what?"
"No ,I just speak the language" I said.
"Ya, well what's it mean?"
In two seconds I had transformed the little professional restaurant server into the venomous pit viper that a truckstop waitress can be.
I could see this was not going to end well. I was getting this girl's dander up. This girl that was going to be handling plates of my food, in a room where I couldn't see what she or her mates were doing to it.
Time to give up.
Then I said it. Tsk.................. "I don't know" That hurt.
It hurt, but the smerk on her face said she was in possession of the ball.Things settled down.That's what I wanted . What I didn't want was a pit viper, it's buddies and my plate in the backroom.
I asked what kind the immently wine was and ordered some of that.
Along with the pork shank the wine went down quite well, being immently suited for it and all.
I've been back ,I drink house red, by the glass.
Without thinking I jumped in.
"Eminently"
"What?" she said
"Eminently, the word is 'em uh nuhnt lee' "
" You some kinda english teacher or what?"
"No ,I just speak the language" I said.
"Ya, well what's it mean?"
In two seconds I had transformed the little professional restaurant server into the venomous pit viper that a truckstop waitress can be.
I could see this was not going to end well. I was getting this girl's dander up. This girl that was going to be handling plates of my food, in a room where I couldn't see what she or her mates were doing to it.
Time to give up.
Then I said it. Tsk.................. "I don't know" That hurt.
It hurt, but the smerk on her face said she was in possession of the ball.Things settled down.That's what I wanted . What I didn't want was a pit viper, it's buddies and my plate in the backroom.
I asked what kind the immently wine was and ordered some of that.
Along with the pork shank the wine went down quite well, being immently suited for it and all.
I've been back ,I drink house red, by the glass.
Later...............
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And when buying mats for the trailer you made it clear that we were not "partners". Salespeople seem to make a lot of assumptions.
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