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Cobble(r) Together An Excuse

, , , , | Working | September 8, 2021

I was out with my parents and sister at a fancy steakhouse. Our dinner was excellent and our waiter was very attentive.

When we got to dessert, my mom ordered a kind of pear cobbler to share with my dad, among other desserts. However, a few bites in, she realized something was off about it. All four of us tried a bite; I immediately got a rancid taste in my mouth.

My parents called over the waiter and let him know that the cobbler tasted rancid. He was polite but very confused, and it didn’t seem like he believed us. He left our table to take the cobbler back, and we continued with the other desserts.

A short while later, we noticed the waiter at a nearby table, slicing meat for the occupants. He had his body and face toward us. His face was contorted into a look of disgust like someone had flung dog vomit into his agape mouth. My family immediately started cracking up.

When he returned to our table, he informed us that he and some other employees had tried the cobbler back in the kitchen, and they had quickly realized we were right. They threw out the whole batch of cobbler, comped us for it, and gave us some free chocolates “to help get the taste out of our mouths.”

Sadly, we never learned what had happened to the cobbler to make it go bad, but to this day, I still laugh when I remember the poor waiter’s face as he experienced that aftertaste!