
First of all I really have nothing to blog about...I go to school everyday from 8-4, most of that time I don't even have class I just sit and read, I make my daily call to Jessica to catch up on any gossip I may have missed, then I make the long trek home(5 miles) unless someone sees me walking down the road, which happens quite often(we only have one car right now), I come home make dinner, eat dinner, watch hgtv, read our scriptures and go to bed. Pretty rad I know. Contain your excitement please.
Second, why do weird restaurant things ALWAYS happen to me? Am I such a jerky looking, sounding, acting person that people feel the need to be jerky back to me without even giving me a chance? Maybe I am a jerk but give me a chance to be jerky before you judge me so harshly. Seriously.
Here's how it went down...Our friend's were in a car accident on Thursday morning, they love blizzards, not the Utah kind the Dairy Queen kind, so we drove ALL the way to Medford. Okay so Medford isn't THAT far but still, I'm going for dramatics here. So we head out after Matt got off work. Neither one of us had dinner and by that time didn't really have time to make anything we decided to make a date of our DQ run and go out to dinner. Since Matt is cheap and on a diet it made our options limited. After much indecision, turning around, and missing exits we decided on Mucho Gusto, a personal fav of mine, not so high on the list for Matt. We go in, Matt gets something healthy and his food is made before I've even decided. I ask the nice boy if I could please have a kids meal quesadilla...he looks to the girl standing next to him. Now I'm not exaggerating about these next parts. She purses her lips together, rolls her eyes(like how dumb could I really be) and shakes her head no.
"really?!" I say...I've never heard of such a thing, everywhere in the world lets you order off the kids menu, even if they make you pay a little extra.
Again she just shakes her head.
"Hmm...well then can I just have like a small quesadilla then?"
"Um no we have small tortillas but we can only use them for kids meals" says girl.
"So I'm confused...you have the tortillas, you just won't let me by one? I've never heard of that before. Okay so then what CAN I buy that is small"
"Well we have quesdadillas they are just bigger, but we fold them in half so they look small...don't you get it" then she demonstrated how they fold them as if I've never seen a quesadilla...she clearly didn't know that I practically AM a quesadilla, with how much I eat them.
"Um ya but the thing is is that I don't want to pay 10 dollars for a quesadilla that I will eat half, especially if you have a way to make them smaller."
This goes on and on for some time...she starts shaking her hands at me, I ask for the manager, she IS the manager, Matt is embarrassed, he eats his tacos, I eat nothing.
We go to the car and Matt says why does this always happen to you?
I don't know I must breath snottiness or something.
Thats the end of my story...very bizarre...I get kids meals at the Mucho Gusto in Eugene every time I go and every other restaurant for that matter. I think she just didn't like me.