It's always interesting taking Jeff to dinner at a restaurant. He has food allergies, and this makes ordering a challenge. Typically we find one or two foods that work, and that is what he is allowed to order. He talks to strangers, is really loud, chews with his mouth open, and is generally embarrassing to siblings and the occasional uptight fellow diner. Waitresses typically love him, because he is so chatty and friendly to cute girls. (C'mon, he IS sixteen after all.) So... Saturday.
It was late, we were tired and couldn't face cooking. Chinese buffet is our compromise between fast food and a sit down restaurant. And China Town in Powell has a really really good buffet. Jeff can eat about 4 things there, including the Garlic Shrimp. All the way to Powell (20 minutes) Jeff and Hannah were talking about the shrimp. Does mom need to help you peel the shrimp? Can you peel it yourself? How many can you eat? I love shrimp.
When we got there and started down the line... gasp... only 3 shrimp. "Oh no! There's not enough shrimp! Excuse me, we have a problem here. There's not enough shrimp. Um, hey. There's not enough shrimp!" Two waitresses, the hostess and the cashier were all informed, at full volume, that "we have a problem here".
I tried the "quietly reassuring" tactic. "It's okay. They'll get some more. It'll be fine Jeff. You will get some shrimp." But by this time, Hannah was alarmed. So we were getting it from both sides. "What!? No shrimp?!" Quietly reassuring was not happening. I think Chris and Alex were both measuring escape routes. I was pretty sure they would leave me there in another few seconds. I had to resort to a "not-so-quiet/ Commanding" tactic. "It's okay! Nobody panic! There WILL be more shrimp!Calm down!"
Sheesh. They both had shrimp. A lot of shrimp. All they could eat. It's always interesting taking Jeff to dinner at a restaurant.
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