Please Don’t Call Me Sweetie

Okay, Okay, I admit it. I have trigger words, and when I hear them, I snap. I’m not going to necessarily snap on you, but I will ask you to please refrain from using that word/words.

Let me tell you the back story.

I was at one of my favorite restaurants with my husband, and we were in the middle of the most fantastic conversation. Then hear comes the waitress.

I knew she was ticked off about something. I saw her when we walked in, and she was talking to the manager. Well, listening to what the manager had to say to her. When he was done talking, she was hesitant to smile, but she forced herself to do it anyway.

I feel like this restaurant is one strike and your out kind of deal. I imagine people love the money that they can possibly make from tips alone.

I would have died to work here in my early years instead of Pizza Hut!

I digress, my husband and I are feeling all the vibes in this place, and we are on cloud nine. I’m slowly sipping my strawberry mojito and feeling so grown and sexy. We have the candles on the table that are creating a romantic glow and soft music playing.

Then all of a sudden, the candles blow out, the ground starts to shake, and all I see are these two red eyes glowing at me.

Okay, that parts not correct, but she did march over to our table like Annie Wilks (from misery) and gave us the death stare. I looked at my husband, and my eyes said, “you got to be kidding me.”

Then she said my trigger word, “Are you ready to order SWEETIE“?

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored.