This evening was strange.
Our sink is clogged. A couple of weeks ago our garbage disposal began leaking pretty bad. I disconnected it and cleaned it out. It's been leaking since we moved in and I found that food was collecting inside the casing because of a hole. It was disgusting. Who knows how long the food had been in there. Today, water was pouring out of the disposal when I ran water in the other sink. It seems that there's a clog in the pipes which causes water to back up and, if the disposal wasn't there with it's hole to allow leaking, would back up into the sink.
I had already started making dinner - black-eyed peas, Kurdish style - but I couldn't finish because I couldn't wash the dishes I needed to use in the sink.
Sis came over to go to the library. Angie and Nila came along so we could get some dinner out.
The library trip was fine.
We decided on Pizza Hut for dinner because it's easy and I thought it'd be kid friendly.
We got there and the sign told us to please wait to be seated. But then no one came. No one. Ever.
Another guest suggested that we just seat ourselves, but we left instead. I mean, if they can't be bothered to greet and seat, they can't be trusted to serve us.
We crossed the street to Tommy's Pizza.
It's an old-school pizza joint. It worked out just fine and Sis told the following story:
First, she wrote the following name and asked us to pronounce it.
Angie and I both said Leah. Easy.
Sis laughed and said, "Nope. LaDASHa."
She claims that she works with a woman who knows a woman who teaches the child Le-A. Apparently, the teacher called her Leah and got a message from the mother telling her "It's Ladasha. The dash isn't silent."
Isn't the dash ALWAYS silent.Given that it isn't a letter and all.
It has all of the makings of an urban legend, but Sis claims that the woman she works with swears to have heard the message herself, and I have no reason to think the woman is a liar.
I decided to have another daughter and name her P@y.
Then things got weirder.
As we were eating, I notice the people at the table across from me get up to leave. It's an older couple and their daughter. The mother stands up and sort of trips on her chair. She stumbles and almost falls down, but she doesn't and I stop paying attention.
They proceed to leave the restaurant. I kind of notice that the father goes the right way and the mother heads behind the counter for some reason. I'm not really watching but it's close and I notice.
Then I just see her feet as she goes down. It didn't look like she tripped. It seemed like she passed out, but now that she's down, I can't see her at all.
Her husband notices that she's fallen and, alarmed, goes to tend to her. I can't see anything now. There's a wall between me and the action, but Sis can see everything.
She says that the husband seems to be laying on top of her. Angie gets out her phone to call 911, but someone at the restaurant does it before her.
Nila claps and laughs.
Then the staff comes out of the back and gathers around. One woman keeps saying "Why is she even behind the counter? Customers shouldn't be back there." She doesn't add "If a person wants to pass out, they should do it in an area reserved for customers," but it's implied.
Maybe ten minutes later, paramedics show up. The husband is still laying on the wife and the daughter is suggesting that the mother tripped on something. Which gets another "Customers shouldn't be back there."
Sis and I get interviewed for the company incident report as the woman gets strapped to gurney and out she and her family go.
I bundle Nila and carry her out as Angie pays the bill.
As we get in the car I say how I wished we would have gotten free food for helping with the incident report.
Angie says, "They were too busy trying to figure out who was going to pay for the falling family's food to worry about us."