Lunchtime Horror
Dec. 4th, 2002 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terrycloth...so tired...
...turkey for lunch today. Everyone teased me about eating 'leftovers' from Thanksgiving. The line was unbelievably slow... there were four people in front of me, and it took 10 minutes to get served. Most of the time was spent watching the two people manning the station not serve people. One of them slowly and laboriously took vats of food out of the cabinet and scooped nearly one serving into the convenient trays from which it would eventually be served onto our plates. He was the one that would eventually ask someone what they wanted, only to discover that THAT tray was empty and had to be filled. Anything else? Oh, okay, I'll go get some more of that too...
The other methodically tested everything with a thermometer and wrote down all the temperature measurements. The turkey. The gravy. The stuffing. The carrots. The BREAD.
And after all that, the portions were tiny. I got revenge by taking a humongous gob of cranberry sauce. But the friends I'd been planning to eat lunch with all got up and left, so I ended up eating by myself at the huge table we usually use.
...turkey for lunch today. Everyone teased me about eating 'leftovers' from Thanksgiving. The line was unbelievably slow... there were four people in front of me, and it took 10 minutes to get served. Most of the time was spent watching the two people manning the station not serve people. One of them slowly and laboriously took vats of food out of the cabinet and scooped nearly one serving into the convenient trays from which it would eventually be served onto our plates. He was the one that would eventually ask someone what they wanted, only to discover that THAT tray was empty and had to be filled. Anything else? Oh, okay, I'll go get some more of that too...
The other methodically tested everything with a thermometer and wrote down all the temperature measurements. The turkey. The gravy. The stuffing. The carrots. The BREAD.
And after all that, the portions were tiny. I got revenge by taking a humongous gob of cranberry sauce. But the friends I'd been planning to eat lunch with all got up and left, so I ended up eating by myself at the huge table we usually use.
