I’m at a fun dinner meeting for members of an international high school group that I’m a part of. It’s for students doing international transfers between America and Japan or America and South Korea.
We’re at a semi-fancy restaurant where Korean and Japanese food are cooked in front of you in a showy way. It isn’t busy at this hour and the woman who owns the place is lounging at the bar. We’ve come to know her during our meetings; she is a commanding woman who enjoys us hosting our meetings here.
Unfortunately, some members’ parents have decided their other kids should join us too even though they won’t be traveling with us and have done nothing but whine of boredom and distract us from our pre-dinner meeting. One of the little sisters is thirteen, so too old to be acting how she does.
Tempers are rising but are sated when food starts being served. The little sister gobbles her fried rice in less than one minute.
Little Sister: “So, where’s the rest?! I want more!”
Older Sister: “You have to wait until after they finish cooking your food.”
The little sister sees that other people haven’t eaten as fast and emits a shriek in my direction.
Little Sister: “GIMMIE YOURS!”
Me: “Uh, no. You eat yours. I eat mine. It’s not my responsibility to feed you.”
Little Sister: “THAT’S NOT FAIR!”
Me: “Well, yeah, it is, actually. I paid for my food. Did you? No, your parents paid for yours. So since your parents didn’t pay for mine, I’ll eat all of mine.”
As though she thinks she’s being discreet, the little sister starts dramatically inching her hand across the table as soon as I set my bowl down for a moment. I pick up a fork and drive the tines into the tabletop as dramatically as I can in front of her hand.
Me: “Back. Off.”
The owner calls from across the dining room.
Owner: “CHILDREN! Please stop that nonsense!”
Me: *Grumpy but polite* “Yes, ma’am.”
Little Sister: *Intentionally defiant* “My mom says I don’t have to listen to anyone but her!”
The owner starts texting on her phone, looking annoyed. Somehow, the older siblings keep the little sister in check until our main course is finished and plated. Surprisingly, our adult chaperone arrives a bit later to “keep an eye on us” even though this meeting was only supposed to be for the students.
The chaperone does nothing. Yet again, the little hellion girl eats her food too fast to taste it and starts showing her interest in everyone else’s plates. She also starts trying to steal others’ sodas. I get an idea; I turn to the older sister with a dollop of wasabi paste on my chopsticks.
Me: “Gosh, I just love the guacamole they include on these plates, don’t you?”
Older Sister: *Playing along* “Oh, right, so amazing.”
The little sister catches interest, seeing the two of us eating the green stuff.
Little Sister: “BUT I DIDN’T GET ANY! THAT’S NOT FAIR!”
Me: *Dramatic eye roll* “Okay, you can have mine, but on one condition. You listening?”
Little Sister: “Yes! Gimmie!”
She reaches for my plate, which I hold back.
Me: “You cannot speak again until you are back in your parent’s car because we have been trying to finish the meeting and you’re distracting.”
Little Sister: *Obviously not listening* “OKAY! GIMMIE!”
I scoop the rest of the “guacamole” into a spoon and give it to her, nodding to the others. Everyone grabs their soda and tea for dear life as the greedy little gremlin deep-throats her spoon covered in wasabi. Of course, she immediately starts sobbing and turning red, grabbing at our drinks. She fails to get something to quench the fire. The owner comes over with her hands on her hips.
Owner: *Loud, commanding Mom voice* “Well! Are you all proud of yourselves now?!”
I presume she is talking to me since I initiated the prank.
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s just that I couldn’t—”
Owner: “Hush, you!” [Chaperone], who is the littlest one and why is she like this?!”
Chaperone: *Startled* “Well, I couldn’t tell her parents that only some of their children could be here…”
Owner: “I don’t care for your excuses. Next time, only the [international student group] members can come to [international student group] meetings. I’m not a daycare! Either you do it my way or no more events can happen here, okay? I love these mature children, so that hurts me, too!”
Chaperone: *Awkward* “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll do better.”
Thankfully, we were able to make up for lost time in another meeting before the trip, and I never had to trick another child into eating a whole spoonful of wasabi again. The trip was amazing!
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Holy Guacamole! Part 2
Holy Guacamole!