The baby would be me. I guess I'm getting a lot better but I'm
still a little wigged out by bugs.

So, after a nice little appetizer lunch at a chain restaurant
yesterday, I bet everyone in the restaurant is happy I
didn't scream and run out the door when a roach came
crawling along the wall in my booth.

nancy, still scratching

Nancy Young wrote:
> The baby would be me. I guess I'm getting a lot better but I'm
> still a little wigged out by bugs.
>
> So, after a nice little appetizer lunch at a chain restaurant
> yesterday, I bet everyone in the restaurant is happy I
> didn't scream and run out the door when a roach came
> crawling along the wall in my booth.
>
> nancy, still scratching

OMG. I share your feelings, especially about roaches. I flip out at
the things. We had dinner at the US Naval Academy in Annapolis *once*,
and once was enough, and there were roaches crawling up the wall. I
commented to the server - his answer?? "Yeah, we know." "Go Navy!".

Dora

"limey" > wrote

> Nancy Young wrote:
>> The baby would be me. I guess I'm getting a lot better but I'm
>> still a little wigged out by bugs.
>>
>> So, after a nice little appetizer lunch at a chain restaurant
>> yesterday, I bet everyone in the restaurant is happy I
>> didn't scream and run out the door when a roach came
>> crawling along the wall in my booth.
>>
>> nancy, still scratching
>
> OMG. I share your feelings, especially about roaches. I flip out at the
> things. We had dinner at the US Naval Academy in Annapolis *once*, and
> once was enough, and there were roaches crawling up the wall.

Oh, yuck.

> I commented to the server - his answer?? "Yeah, we know." "Go Navy!".

We know? Then fix it! You're Navy, you're supposed to fix things!

I didn't say anything, don't know if I should have. Since my pocketbook
and coat were on the seat by the wall, I emptied them outside to make
sure there weren't any hitchhikers. Blech.

nancy

Nancy Young wrote:
> "limey" > wrote
>
>> I commented to the server - his answer?? "Yeah, we know." "Go
>> Navy!".
>
> We know? Then fix it! You're Navy, you're supposed to fix things!

My reaction exactly! At the Officers' Club, yet! We were guests of
friends, so I don't know if Mike said anything later or not.

>
> I didn't say anything, don't know if I should have. Since my
> pocketbook and coat were on the seat by the wall, I emptied them
> outside to make sure there weren't any hitchhikers. Blech.
>
> nancy

Ugh. I'm with you.
Dora

"Nancy Young" > wrote in message
. ..
>
> "limey" > wrote
>
>> Nancy Young wrote:
>>> The baby would be me. I guess I'm getting a lot better but I'm
>>> still a little wigged out by bugs.
>>>
>>> So, after a nice little appetizer lunch at a chain restaurant
>>> yesterday, I bet everyone in the restaurant is happy I
>>> didn't scream and run out the door when a roach came
>>> crawling along the wall in my booth.
>>>
>>> nancy, still scratching
>>
>> OMG. I share your feelings, especially about roaches. I flip out at
>> the things. We had dinner at the US Naval Academy in Annapolis *once*,
>> and once was enough, and there were roaches crawling up the wall.
>
> Oh, yuck.
>
>> I commented to the server - his answer?? "Yeah, we know." "Go Navy!".
>
> We know? Then fix it! You're Navy, you're supposed to fix things!
>
> I didn't say anything, don't know if I should have. Since my pocketbook
> and coat were on the seat by the wall, I emptied them outside to make
> sure there weren't any hitchhikers. Blech.
>
> nancy
>
I'm bitchy enough to have squashed it with a napkin and hand it to the
cashier and ask if the 'character that shared my lunch' was picking up the
check!
-ginny
(who has done this before and made the cashier barf - management comp'd my
meal)

"Virginia Tadrzynski" > wrote in
:

>
> "Nancy Young" > wrote in message
> . ..
>>
>> "limey" > wrote
>>
>>> Nancy Young wrote:
>>>> The baby would be me. I guess I'm getting a lot better but I'm
>>>> still a little wigged out by bugs.
>>>>
>>>> So, after a nice little appetizer lunch at a chain restaurant
>>>> yesterday, I bet everyone in the restaurant is happy I
>>>> didn't scream and run out the door when a roach came
>>>> crawling along the wall in my booth.
>>>>
>>>> nancy, still scratching
>>>
>>> OMG. I share your feelings, especially about roaches. I flip out
>>> at the things. We had dinner at the US Naval Academy in Annapolis
>>> *once*, and once was enough, and there were roaches crawling up the
>>> wall.
>>
>> Oh, yuck.
>>
>>> I commented to the server - his answer?? "Yeah, we know." "Go
>>> Navy!".
>>
>> We know? Then fix it! You're Navy, you're supposed to fix things!
>>
>> I didn't say anything, don't know if I should have. Since my
>> pocketbook and coat were on the seat by the wall, I emptied them
>> outside to make sure there weren't any hitchhikers. Blech.
>>
>> nancy
>>
> I'm bitchy enough to have squashed it with a napkin and hand it to the
> cashier and ask if the 'character that shared my lunch' was picking up
> the check!
> -ginny
> (who has done this before and made the cashier barf - management
> comp'd my meal)
>
>
>


I think that's what I would have wanted to do, heh.

Virginia Tadrzynski wrote:

> I'm bitchy enough to have squashed it with a napkin and hand it to the
> cashier and ask if the 'character that shared my lunch' was picking
> up the check!
> -ginny
> (who has done this before and made the cashier barf - management
> comp'd my meal)

I love your solution but hope to bejaizuz I never see another roach to
squash.

On Fri, 14 Dec 2007 09:14:06 -0500, "Dora Crawford"
> wrote:

>Virginia Tadrzynski wrote:
>
>> I'm bitchy enough to have squashed it with a napkin and hand it to the
>> cashier and ask if the 'character that shared my lunch' was picking
>> up the check!
>> -ginny
>> (who has done this before and made the cashier barf - management
>> comp'd my meal)
>
>I love your solution but hope to bejaizuz I never see another roach to
>squash.

here's a tale for you from the *customers suck* livejournal website:

Now in a hotel there's always at least one restaurant. So they have
this man who comes in regularly. And the staff notice everytime he's
in there, something will go wrong with the food. Inevitably. He'll eat
3/4 of the dish before complaining there's some insect or similar in
the dish. Every. Darn. Time.

It is my mom's and the kitchen staff's hypothesis that this douche
brings in dead bugs himself and plants it in the food.

So, one day, the manager comes to this difficult man, and finds that
the sucky costumer has complained of a tiny dead roach in his food.

M = Manager
DM = Douchebag Man

M: What seems to be the problem sir?
DM: Your kitchen is horrendously unsanitary! Look, there's a DEAD
COCKROACH in my food.
M: -picks up the roach without batting an eyelid and eats it- Why,
it's delicious sir! I think you mistook a shallot for an insect.
DM: -splutters, speechless-


your pal,
blake