For lunch I was craving pasta, so being out of class early I got to go to the pasta station and, because it was late, joy of all joys! there wasn't a line!
So I went right up to the Pasta Man, all smiles at the good luck lining up for me today, and asked where do I start in trying to order.
This was a mistake as it led Pasta Man to already become aggrieved at my ignorance of the pasta station. He told me to consider the vegetables and the meats and he'd be back. He left then.
After returning for God knows why, he let me pick and choose but there was miscommunication all around as I waited for him to be done with the previous order before telling him mine. He snapped and told me that he was still listening and that I should just tell him because he'd remember.
Clearly he didn't because I had to repeat the entire thing to him once he came over to fix me up. He was getting short with me about not listening too. I believe his words were, "No-no-no. Listen to me. Garlic or not?"
Um, yes. (please).
I tried to make it better by smiling and being polite, but he really didn't like me I think. He let the guy behind me order out of order and pick pastas and garlic whenever he wanted. Even made conversation with him.
So when Pasta Man was done with it, he handed it to me without responding to my very amicable "thank you" and the damn thing is burning my hand through the plastic! I can't hold it and there aren't any bags, and my finger tips are scorched. Somehow, I realized that that man did this on purpose!
I hate his stupid face.
