I was sitting in a local Italian restaurant the other day.
Mind you, I wasn’t just sitting. I was eating some garlic bread, pushing my fork around in what used to be a huge plate of lasagna, and eavesdropping.
Yes, I was being bad.
But when you’re sitting just opposite a certain celebrity who you’ve seen on TV many times and who has brought laughter into the world, you expect that they’re going to be funny and happy-go-lucky in the real world too. But not today. Said TV celebrity was having issues.
“I ordered rigatoni,” he said. “This is penne. And I don’t like penne.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” the waitress shot back. “But you said penne. I have it written down right here. Look.”
“All I see is chicken scrabblin’,” he said. “You might as well be a doctor, prescribing medication to me instead of serving me incorrectly scrabbled pasta dishes.”
“Well, you can at least make out the ‘P’,” she said. “And Penne starts with a ‘P’…not an ‘R’.”
“Sure,” he said. “But an ‘R’ is a ‘P’, just without it’s little tripody-leg. You have to believe that, for just a split second, that you could have scribbled an R and forgot to add the little leg, thus rendering it handicapped…and a ‘P’ at the same time. Don’t you think?”
“No, sir. I don’t.” she shot back.
“Well,” he said… “I’ll expect my rigatoni, somewhat instantaneously if that’s OK.”
“Instantaneously?” she responded. “Who uses the word ‘instantaneously’ in the food service world?”
“The guy who can get you fired if he wants to,” he shot back.
The rigatoni arrived about five minutes later.