Sunday, May 07, 2006
I'm not done yet
Yesterday we were at a bridal shower. These I can stand. It’s the baby showers I hate. But whatever shower I get dragged to, nothing makes me complacent and agreeable more quickly than feeding me. Give me a good meal and/or a yummy dessert and I’ll plaster on that smile and actually enjoy myself.
So we were at the meal portion of the shower and everyone’s talking and laughing really loudly. It was a pretty good group. The waiters started coming around and taking empty plates away. I was nearly finished when a waittress asked if we were done. I said, “Not yet” while the friend next to me said she was finished. So the lady takes her plate away and then reaches for mine. Hey!
“I’m not done yet,” I tell her. I think my voice got drowned in the noise because she lifted my plate up. I grabbed it and held fast. She must not have been looking because she actually tugged twice before figuring out that I wasn’t letting go. “I"m not done yet!” I repeated more loudly.
“Oh!” she said, “I"m sorry about that.” She moved on to the next plate.
Everyone around me was laughing. At me. I looked down at my plate. There were only two bites left, maybe three. The plate was nearly clean and I wouldn’t give it up. I started laughing too, how much of a pig must I look like?? Playing tug of war over a few scraps. I wanted to finish dammit! And finish I did. I didn’t waste a thing. My mom would be so proud.