Umm, I'll Take the Peach

Yesterday for lunch, I headed back to the camp kitchen, and waited awkwardly (surprise!) for a few minutes.

Soon enough, one of the female chefs, a rather plump woman whose name I believe to be Gail, entered from a side door.

Gail and I are basically best friends. Ok, so I met her yesterday at breakfast, and we don't know anything about each other. But we will be best friends one day. At least, this is what I was thinking as she strode over to me. Then she spoke.

"So, what would you like?"

I was used to entering through the back to be greeted by a chef and a tray of cellophane wrapped (surprise!) food. An empty tray awaited me this time. Was she expecting to make something as I stood there and stared? I knew she had work to do, and this wasn't likely. I said something along the lines of "I don't know..."

There was a slight pause, before she said, "Well, do you want some fruit?"

I said, sure, and we headed for the fridge. There was a sad looking bowl of strawberries, a dish of watery melon, and a peach.

I did the reasonable thing, and said, "Umm, I'll take the peach, I guess."

She said, "Great!" and handed it to me.

There was another pause. She said, "Anything else?"

What was I going to say? Yes, some shrimp dumplings would be nice. Sure, I'd love a fried quail egg!

I just said, "No, I'm fine...thank you!"

She smiled innocently, and I left, tray empty except for a lone peach.

I ended up getting more tacos. Hoorah!

-J