at dinner tonight, a lady screams for help. as soon as i look over, a guy in a suit–someone who i assume worked at the restaurant– is over at the table. the lady who pleaded for help is holding her son’s head from behind his chair as he’s sitting still. after a minute, the guy dressed in the suit walks away and signals to the waiters that everything is okay. her son was choking, which is a terrible feeling. minutes later, our food comes out. i got a cowgirl ribeye, corn, and mac & cheese. for what it’s worth, the food wasn’t that good. it was decent, just not worth the price i paid. still though, given what happened before the food came out, dinner could have been much worse.
i’m glad that lady’s kid ended up being okay!
-ratha, 10:31pm, 1.23.23