POLLY'S PERILS

I don't know what it is about me that seems to attract drama like a magnet. For example; On a recent trip to a local restaurant two teacher friends and I settled into a cozy, private corner to have lunch. We had barely seated ourselves when our waiter asked if we were ready to order....the heat was on. I was naughty and ordered something fattening that I hadn't ordered in years.....a patty melt and....garlic fries. When my lunch arrived I greedily grabbed a french fry only to find it was barely luke warm, limp with a strong garlic taste. Fries have to be piping hot to be any good otherwise....forget it! So, I told the waiter about the fries. In the mean time I bit into my patty melt and discovered something strange....crispy on one side soggy on the other and guess what? No cheese on the patty melt! So, you guessed it, as soon as the waiter came by I mentioned to him that I think the cook must have been in a hurry because he forgot to grill one side of the bread and also forgot the cheese. I was polite and calm but inspite of this our conversation caught the ear and eye of the manager who stepped in and offered me a full refund! Yeah! The garlic free fries finally arrived piping hot this time. After all this commotion I decided to be happy with my hot fries and coffee. And, I must admit, after staring at my platter for over an hour I was tempted to sneak the meat from under the limp bread and I ate it with some satisfaction!