So, what seems like just a personal taste has made my entire life just simply harder.
Almost all cheese makes me gag. I had to learn to tolerate the smell because it's everywhere. EVERYWHERE. But it always means unless I'm going to an Asian Restaurant, I'm usually regulated to maybe 1/4 of the menu. Also, so many times do people not add that cheese is one of the ingredients because they consider it so ubiquitous that everyone loves cheese. That leads me to sending it back and waiting.
But.
There are times when I go all over myself to make sure that I'm not getting cheese on a burger. First off, I never say cheeseburger, for obvious reasons. I say a hamburger. That should be enough, right? Cheeseburger has cheese, Hamburger doesn't. Wrong. Again, people consider cheese so ubiquitous that they just hear "A Hamburger with Cheese on it" when you say Hamburger.
It's happened enough that I've made up a lie. That I'm allergic to cheese. That usually gets people's minds in gear. Or I add something else. It's easy to forget if you have to leave off only one thing. But if you remember there are two things you need to do, your mind holds on to "I need to do an action" more. It's onions for me. I don't like raw onions.
Last night, I went out around 9:30 pm for my dinner. Back in NY, I would have plenty of time and plenty of options of places I could get dinner, but this is florida. And I live with an elderly population. This was last call. I was so excited that I got to Culver's while it was still serving that I forgot the lie. I asked for a burger with no cheese and no onions. The lady read it back to me. No cheese, no onions. For the simple fact she read it back to me, and it was on the screen, I felt secure.
So, I got it, got home, and cheese. Melted on.
I was so damned pissed. Like, I get they are working a crap job. I've worked several. I've made mistakes as well. So I'm not waiting to go down to culver's, hoping I can catch someone walking out as they are finished closing up the restaurant, and yell at them for ruining my night. But yet and still... yeah, it ruined my night. I paid money for something I can't eat, I can't make it right, I have so few options to go back out and get something to eat at that point, I'm tired, and more importantly I'm still freaking hungry.
It really, really sucks to live in a world that almost universally loves something that makes you gag.
Almost all cheese makes me gag. I had to learn to tolerate the smell because it's everywhere. EVERYWHERE. But it always means unless I'm going to an Asian Restaurant, I'm usually regulated to maybe 1/4 of the menu. Also, so many times do people not add that cheese is one of the ingredients because they consider it so ubiquitous that everyone loves cheese. That leads me to sending it back and waiting.
But.
There are times when I go all over myself to make sure that I'm not getting cheese on a burger. First off, I never say cheeseburger, for obvious reasons. I say a hamburger. That should be enough, right? Cheeseburger has cheese, Hamburger doesn't. Wrong. Again, people consider cheese so ubiquitous that they just hear "A Hamburger with Cheese on it" when you say Hamburger.
It's happened enough that I've made up a lie. That I'm allergic to cheese. That usually gets people's minds in gear. Or I add something else. It's easy to forget if you have to leave off only one thing. But if you remember there are two things you need to do, your mind holds on to "I need to do an action" more. It's onions for me. I don't like raw onions.
Last night, I went out around 9:30 pm for my dinner. Back in NY, I would have plenty of time and plenty of options of places I could get dinner, but this is florida. And I live with an elderly population. This was last call. I was so excited that I got to Culver's while it was still serving that I forgot the lie. I asked for a burger with no cheese and no onions. The lady read it back to me. No cheese, no onions. For the simple fact she read it back to me, and it was on the screen, I felt secure.
So, I got it, got home, and cheese. Melted on.
I was so damned pissed. Like, I get they are working a crap job. I've worked several. I've made mistakes as well. So I'm not waiting to go down to culver's, hoping I can catch someone walking out as they are finished closing up the restaurant, and yell at them for ruining my night. But yet and still... yeah, it ruined my night. I paid money for something I can't eat, I can't make it right, I have so few options to go back out and get something to eat at that point, I'm tired, and more importantly I'm still freaking hungry.
It really, really sucks to live in a world that almost universally loves something that makes you gag.