Last night we went to see the new Spiderman film.
It was very, very good.
If you like that sort of thing.
Which we do.
Before that though, we went to get something to eat at one of our favourite restaurants.
As we chomped our way through our meals, Daughter pointed out to the current Mrs M – in an all too casual manner, I might add – that there was a pin in her food.
“A what?”
“A pin. You’ve got a pin sticking up in your food.”
Sure enough, right in the middle of her plate, surrounded by meat and vegetables and covered in gravy, was a small pointy thing sticking up. She fished it out and put it on the side of the plate.
It was a drawing pin.
The waiter came over just as we’d finished our meals. “How was everything?” he asked, with a smile.
“Very nice”, said Mrs M, “I wasn’t so keen on the drawing pin, though”, she added, pointing to the offending object sitting on the edge of her plate.
The waiter’s smile immediately disappeared and he apologised effusively as he whisked the plates away.
He returned a few minutes later, still apologising and explained that we could have all our meals for free. Plus desserts. We would have to pay for the drinks though.
Fairy nuff. We hadn’t planned on having desserts, but, if it’s free… The kids and Mrs M all went for chocolate sundaes.
The waiter looked to me for my order. “I’ll just have a bowl of ice cream, please” I said, “With a side order of paperclips.”
Five minutes later he returned with our desserts and explained that the manager was so aghast at what had happened, he had ordered that our drinks were to be free of charge as well. So we got another round of them in, as well.
Apparently, the boxes of veg were stored in the kitchen, underneath a noticeboard, and they guess that the drawing pin must have fallen off the board and into the veg. He assured me – as if I was some kind of hotel inspector – that they had already taken steps to prevent this from happening again.
Whatever, we left there feeling very full and it hadn’t cost a penny. Marvelous.
Funnily enough though, I still had room for popcorn.
With Mrs M’s sharp tongue I do not think she would have felt it.😋
Glad it all turned out good.
It’s a wonder she didn’t punch the chef in the goolies.
The most shocking point (pun!) about this is that you could afford popcorn in a cinema? Did you take out another mortgage?
He probably took the pin to the cinema and claimed he sat on it.
Free popcorn by the bucket load for all.🍿
Nah. Whilst our Unlimited cards give us 25% off such things, cola and popcorn are still horrendously expensive, so we always turn up with a carrier bag of supermarket-bought goodies. Just as good and a fraction of the price.