Catastrophe at the Courtyard Cafe

I called in an order for some of us at the office today to the Courtyard Cafe, and when I went to pick it up I noticed it was kind of empty. And if you've ever been to the Courtyard, you know that is rare. I paid for our lunch and the woman went back to check on my order. I heard a waitress telling one of the customers that they'd had a little disaster in the kitchen and they weren't serving anymore.

There was this little elderly woman with her cane walking out and she kept saying:

"This is awful! This is just AWFUL. I mean to tell you, this is just awful. Awful!"

I wanted to say "Ma'am? Is it awful?" but I kept my mouth shut. The woman came back up and told me that she was sorry, but a fire extinguisher had exploded in the kitchen and they hadn't gotten to my order yet, so she would have to give me my money back. I patiently waited for her to do so, and they kept telling me how sorry they were, and how they'd tried to catch me at the office before I left, etc. I told them not to worry about it, because it wasn't their fault and they all breathed an audible sigh of relief and thanked me.

As I was walking out, the Awful Lady was standing at the little waitress hut (I don't know the actual term, but it's on the way out the door of the back) telling the waitresses that this was just... You guessed it.. Awful.

"I mean, this is just awful!"
"I know, ma'am. A fire extinguisher exploded and it's all over the kitchen."
"Well this is just terrible!"
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"What I'm asking is, can't I at LEAST get some vegetable soup?"
"No ma'am, I'm sorry, but we can't serve anything from the kitchen."
"Well this is just...

I left. But I'm guessing she was going to say it was awful. It's a bold step, I know. But I'm psychic that way.

I hope I never have such a life that not getting the bowl of vegetable soup I wanted causes me to complain and irritate the entire wait staff at a restaurant. I won't lie, it was irritating. I tried my best not to complain or get angry. Because you know what? Shit happens. I'm sure the staff at the Courtyard will hear an earful of that sort of thing all afternoon, about how horrible everyone's life is because they can't eat there today.

I'm going to try to remember Awful Lady so I can keep my mouth shut when irritating things happen. Thank you, Awful Lady, for teaching me a valuable life lesson about how annoying I must sound when I bitch about things that are nobody's fault. If I knew your address, I'd send you a can of Chunky's Vegetable Soup and I'm sure the staff at Courtyard will be more than happy to tell you where they'd like you to store that can.

In completely unrelated news, I am in love with the following:

Keith Mars (Veronica's dad)
My new lighter (it's a mini butane torch and I almost lit myself on fire with it today, but still)
Political Science class
Maybelline Dream Matte Mousse foundation
My fluffy, fluffy bed
Hot Peanuts
Lip Smackers (Berries and Cream)
My Spongebob slipper socks