I had a friend, one of the few I call friend and not buddy, who enjoyed
sending stuff back. He looked
for reasons to do it it seemed sometimes. He was OCD - textbook. For real. I won't go into it but at times no one could like the man but me and his mom. In fact
I used to beg him not to be so damn detailed and demanding with his ordering the meal (usually at IHOP) because he had a habit of getting on the bad side of our wait person right off the bat. I told him I didn't want the stuff happening to my food that was gonna happen to his. He'd always tell me I was paranoid. I'd tell him yea what else is new but you are OCD. He'd say the cook doesn't know that. I'd say the waiter knows the cook Chuck. The waiter is gonna tell what an ass you are. They will collude to taint your food, which don't bother me . . . . . . and mine, which does. Thing is he was the nicest guy you could meet except when he was your customer in a resturaunt.
He survived some harrowing experiences in Nam as a pilot, 1 crazy wife (real crazy) 1 succubus for a common law wife, 1 girlfriend who b-r-o-k-e his heart, a half dozen disastrous business ventures with yours truly (most of which he dragged ME into!), but passed away 2 years ago from a stroke after battling a rare, fast cancer. Probably no connection to sending stuff back, but why take the chance eh?
Fortunately he did find happiness the last couple years before he got sick, in his soulmate Gail (a gifted belly dancer to boot!).
I'm sorry I didn't mean to get on that story cabinetman but this post reminded me of him. I guess I just miss my friend. Quirks and all.
RIP Carl Hazard Richardson
"I'd like to introduce you all to my good friend of 12 years now . . . . Kevin of Bonham"
. . ."Well thank you for that grand intro . . .Chuck of newport, Peoria, Atlanta, Phoenix, Sacramento, Little Elm, Frisco, Plano, Ft. Worth, and most recently of Dallas . . ."