I rode my eScooter to the allergist today, and I got there super snotty/puffy eyed/raspy. Did the allergy test and sure enough, I’m very allergic to basically ever grass, tree, and weed in the known world.
Allergist straight up said, “Well we knew when you got here” and I was like… guess I’m in the right place! Learned some allergies I wasn’t aware of, and got some super important advice about how to manage them. So overall a great visit.
Have you ever had a moment of seeing someone at your job and being like “Oh yeah, you’re in the right place.”
Story old as time
Still won’t ever forget my stint in hospitality, having to take a meal back to 4 jacked up chefs in the zone…
“Um…”
“What?!”
“The guy on table 15 says he asked for medium and this is rare…”
4 pairs of blood-shot eyeballs glare at me
“Fine! We’ll just fucking stop the whole kitchen for this fucking moron. Get another fucking steak! The worst cut! Scorch the fucking thing to well-done. Tell him twenty minutes because he can fucking wait!”
“O-okay…”
twenty minutes later
“Is the steak for 15 ready yet?”
“How the fuck would I know.” looks at steak “Sure… Hang on.” drowns it in juices caught off the grill “It’s overcooked. He won’t know.”
And sure enough the customer thought the well-done steak was a spot on “medium”.