Not What They Mean By A Staple Food

| Virginia, USA | Working | July 4, 2013

(My boyfriend and I are eating at an Italian restaurant. I’m eating ravioli when I feel something.)

Boyfriend: “Are you okay? You’re making kind of a funny face.”

Me: “There’s something in here.”

(I push the something around in my mouth before spitting it out into my hand.)

Me: “What is that?”

Boyfriend: “Is it a sprig of dill?”

Me: “No. It’s too hard to be dill.”

Boyfriend: “Could it be another spice?”

Me: “I don’t see anything else like it on here… oh my god! That’s a staple!”

Boyfriend: “Are you sure?”

Me: “Look at it. That’s a partially folded staple.”

Boyfriend: “Waitress!”

(The waitress comes over and is also horrified, so she immediately takes my meal off the check and gives us a generous discount. After we finish, the waitress comes over.)

Waitress: “I want to apologize again about the staple in your meal. How are you enjoying the cake?”

Me:  “It’s okay, and delightfully staple-free.”

(We all chuckle.)

Waitress: “My manager wanted me to ask you: do you think that the staple was in the sauce or in the ravioli itself?”

(It turned out that their ‘fresh’ Italian food was all premade and they had just switched suppliers on their pasta dishes. My boyfriend and I paid our bill and then got the heck out of there.  We found a late night deli on the way home and I got a sandwich from there!)

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