After a rather challenging meeting, and a morning that delayed my lunch break, I skulked over to the Indian Restaurant opposite the school for a late lunch/early tea break. I ordered an Iced Milo and 2 Vada which look like Indian Spiced bagels.
I saw them in the cabinet, and it would not have taken 30 seconds to plonk 2 on a plate. so I reminded my server about them when he delivered the Milo. Still no vada. He walks by again and I reminded him a second time. He said it was coming. Now I was writhing in my skin. Was he ignoring my request? I struggled with my emotions while a still small voice asked if getting what I wanted was worth making an a$$ of myself...
Reluctantly, I waited and sulked as I finished my iced Milo. After just 10 minutes from my initial order, my server proudly delivers my 2 vada with a cup of dhal curry. He proudly explained that he did not want to heat mine in a microwave, so he had them broiled!
Indeed, the crust was crispy and the interior still fluffy and warm--it was a most delectable treat, and I ate the snacks dumbstruck at how close I was to destroying a gift of hospitality due to my impatience. I repented quietly and thanked my proud server profusely for his gift!
~ Shien "Yahweh Maccaddeshcem" The Lord my sanctifier.
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