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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Snarky Oracle!" data-source="post: 428144" data-attributes="member: 57984">Speaking of food...My little English neighbor (I've known essentially all my life and is approaching 90 --- her, not me --- and incredibly lively --- her, not me.... it must be all that 4 o'clock tea) got back from London a couple of days ago, as she does twice annually (and has since the '60s) and called me this morning at 10 AM to meet her at a little restaurant with overly rich food some 40 miles south of where we live so I could pick her up and, ultimately, drive her home. (Not a sexual metaphor).I got there in an hour or so, but she was late. (Well, she's ~90).I'd been to this popular little diner a couple of times before, and while the wait staff are competent and pleasant, I'd forgotten how frankly snooty the female greeters/seaters were. And still are. (You'd think it was a 5-star bistro in Paris, although the entrees aren't bad at all). What a bunch of sh!tty c**nts.I couldn't control myself taking an attitude.Once my neighbor (who still drives but her car needed to be serviced) finally showed up with her friend, we sat down and they ordered breakfast/lunch (I only had a diet soda, as my appetite was gone) and although my neighbor ordered a hearty meal, she sat there and picked at it, eating half a waffle and one of the two fried eggs she'd requested, and barely touched the strawberries & blueberries with whipped cream on the side. And when they were finished eating, she didn't request a doggy-bag and just had the waitress take her plates away, the food discarded.Well, I can understand a near-nonagenarian having a limited appetite, but she does this all the time: orders a sizeable meal and eats a fraction of it, tossing away a significant portion. (Whenever my aunt and uncle used to come into town, we'd go out to some nearby Italian restaurant, and they'd do exactly the same thing).Then, as it turned out, she had a bunch of luggage with her (for some reason) and we had to squeeze it in, as my vehicle was loaded down with recycling materials I'd planned to haul to the recycling center behind the local hghschool (at least, that's what I always tell the police) tomorrow.We went thru the pharmacists' drive-in window to pick up a prescription for her, but they were closed for lunch (which added several miles onto the trip homeward unnecessarily).I had no real problem with most of this, because she's really very nice. (Although her son resentfully claims his mother "delegates everything." And, after knowing her all these decades, I'm guessing that's true).But what is it with people wasting so much damned food?? It just drives me to distraction.<img src="https://www.aquashardblog.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Breakfast-at-aqua-shard.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></blockquote>

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