Don't worry. It's short.
1. I hate eating out. I know that's weird, too. But, my germaphobia gets to me. Again, I have no problem with germs I know and am a firm advocate of The Five Minute/Hour Rule. It's germs I don't know that positively drive me batty. I cannot stand fast food places. It makes me insane to know that teenagers with budding hygiene habits are touching my food and when I finally get my "fast" food there are usually errors in what I actually ordered and invariably I get the person at the register who has a visible cold or possibly herpes. It's not much easier for me at actual restaurants. I have a few restaurants I have deemed "clean" and I generally stick to those. (I didn't used to be this way. I guess it's just a gem of getting old, watching too much Nightline: Salmonella, and having four kids with limited hygiene habits.)
So, while I was away from home, of course, I had to eat out a few times - in a place I don't know that well. Ugh. The first day I ate packaged food from the free breakfast at the hotel. It was fine. For lunch I decided to shop at IKEA, I got distracted (of course, it's IKEA!!), and then realized I only had about 20 minutes left to get back to the training before "lunch" was over. I was having a craving for Chinese food - which is dangerous. Chinese restaurants are always tough for me because I just don't trust them (sorry to the entire Chinese culture and please excuse my political incorrectness). One time a million years ago I saw an episode of Behind The Kitchen Door and there was a dog in the kitchen of a local Chinese restaurant. Since then I cannot eat at a Chinese place unless I personally inspect the kitchen (well, almost). For years hubby tried to tell me, "WE have a dog in the kitchen!?" But, then he stopped because it wasn't changing my mind in the least.
Fast forward to this past week and there I am craving Chinese. I had never eaten at this particular Chinese fast food place (which will remain unnamed), so I decided to try it. I am sorry I did. By the time I got my food back to the hotel, I had about 10 minutes until the training was starting, and I was pretty hungry. I was half way through my meal when I saw the long, dark brown hair. I know it wasn't mine. Mine was pulled back and mine is not curly. At all. At that moment I *kinda* wished I was blind so that I could just finish my meal.
But, alas, all people are not rule followers, or they are blind and can't see the sign, or they are illiterate and can't read the sign. I think the Man with Man Boobs who needed some sun was just not a rule follower. I, obviously, could not photograph him. But, he *kinda* looked like this:
|Photo courtesy of http://www.marvelousmanboobs.com/b/pool. And, BTW, do NOT google "man boobs."|
I *kinda* wanted to poke my eyes out with sharp sticks. And, it was kind of unfair. I followed the rules and kept my shirt on. You're welcome, Man Boob Man. He did not. I call, "Unfair!"
There you have it, dear readers - how I almost went blind, but didn't. Happy travels! I hope you are more successful on your summer trips away from home. I am wary of my next trip. Can you really blame me?