Robert Ebsen
‘Why Didn’t You Tell Me?’
When you saw that stain on my shirt . . . When you saw that thing in my nose . . . When you smelled that odor from my shirt . . . When you saw that food on my chin . . . Okay, I understand. You didn't want to embarrass me. You didn't want to call attention to something "gross." You didn't want to see an awkward reaction from me. But, You didn't want to SAVE me, either.
Tough Steak
"Medium, please." That's what I told the waitress this afternoon.
"Medium rare, please." That's what my mother told the same waitress.
My 88- year-old mother sat there comfortably chewing on her steak. I couldn't believe it! My steak was so tough. HOW TOUGH WAS IT? OK, it was like soft leather. But my accompanying shrimp, vegetables and potatoes were pretty good.
The next 10 or so minutes presented me with a quandary:
On the one hand:
Didn't I surmise upon entering this economy family chain restaurant that a steak might be less than satisfying -- and, therefore, wasn't I asking for what I got?
"Medium rare, please." That's what my mother told the same waitress.
My 88- year-old mother sat there comfortably chewing on her steak. I couldn't believe it! My steak was so tough. HOW TOUGH WAS IT? OK, it was like soft leather. But my accompanying shrimp, vegetables and potatoes were pretty good.
The next 10 or so minutes presented me with a quandary:
On the one hand:
Didn't I surmise upon entering this economy family chain restaurant that a steak might be less than satisfying -- and, therefore, wasn't I asking for what I got?
What Am I? Chopped Liver?
They shake your hand.
They talk to you.
They even smile.
But they don’t look at you.
The next time someone is gracious enough to give me a few seconds of their time, but not their full attention, I've got a plan.
