The other day I was meeting a gal who I’ve asked to “mentor” me. I really want a lady who has been married longer than I, who has experienced life a lot more than I, and has a lot of wisdom, advice and godly character to share with me. This gal is great. I’ve got to know her pretty well the last year and I’ve reached the point where now, I have a little more time on my hands.

We met for lunch the other day, as if the day wasn’t busy enough with Michael being home for a couple of interviews, trying to help him prep, feed the family, etc. I was rushing to get to lunch on time and take the little blueberry with me. Lunch was at an unnamed restaurant due to the popularity of this place, I don’t want to mention it. After I ordered my food, I had to take it back because it was the wrong order. They fixed my order and gave me the first lunch as well as my actual order considering they have to throw it out anyways. My little man was upset when I went to do this because he is going through separation anxiety due to his age. I am rushing around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to not leave Cooper with her, exchange my meal and get my drink all at the same time. (This was not fast food, Subway, Quiznos, etc)

Finally I sit down, start feeding cooper some soup, take a deep breath and enjoy some conversation with Laurie while catching up on the chaos of life. Mid conversation I take a bite of soup and wind up with a huge plastic chunk rolling around in my mouth. DISGUSTING! I spit it out mortified as well as paranoid that this was ever so easy to have wound up in Coopers mouth. I sit there in awe while Laurie was trying to figure out what we should do. She was so concerned for Cooper; he could have chocked. I do not like to make a scene and be “that” person, but at the same time I really felt strongly that they needed to know. There were a lot of kids at the restaurant eating soup all around me, I felt strongly they needed to throw that batch of soup away. I walked up to the counter and asked for the manager. This man was beyond helpful. He let me order anything else I wanted, threw the batch of soup away, and apologized immensely. At that point I wasn’t even hungry so I got it to go. This basically took our entire lunch hour and was just one of those days; something was bound to have happened.

I ate it for lunch once I got home even though I had this eerie feeling something else gross was going on in my lunch. I didn’t run across anything else but once you experience that, you tend to remember anything can happen when you are eating bulk food at a restaurant. Kind of gross to think about. It did remind me of the one and only time I ate at TGI Fridays, when I drank a diet coke. Once I reached the bottom of my coke I saw a beverage napkin soaked in the bottom of my cup. To my knowledge, this cup missed the dishwasher and probably was full of germs. I never ate there again. So sick!

Now if you go out to eat today… enjoy and have a great time without plastic and napkins!