“What, no honey mustard? Well that’s the worst thing I’ve heard all day!” I said while laughing to the extremely hip woman taking my order. Nodding her head in agreement she responded with something along the lines of – it is a bummer I know. Would you like ranch, an Italian vinaigrette… when I cut her off and requested blue cheese dressing please.
Sitting across from SW I continued to giggle, rather loudly. I couldn’t get over how funny this really was. A close to home brew pub – out of my most desired salad dressing was the worst thing I was told all day. Days later still cracks me up.
Not having a particular kind of salad dressing is no crime. It’s not worth crying over. Certainly not going to change my opinion of this pub. Knowing after one appointment with a medical specialist and one phone conversation with another medical specialist that my biggest upset of the day was salad dressing.
Oh, please universe, let me have more days like this.