A Big Mayo No No
Restaurant | Right | August 14, 2015
(I am pregnant, and I find my brain occasionally ceases functioning. I often find myself at a loss for words. One night, while picking up dinner at a popular submarine sandwich shop, I confidently asked the young man making my sandwich for ‘brown mayonnaise.’)
Employee: “Excuse me?”
Me: “Brown mayonnaise?”
Employee: “I… but… brown? Mayonnaise?”
Me: “Yes, please! Just a little bit, though.”
Employee: “I’m just so sorry, but I’ve never heard of brown mayonnaise, and we definitely don’t have any. I have regular mayonnaise, light mayonnaise, yellow mustard, brow… oh!” *grabs his bottle of brown mustard and offers it to me just as my brains clicks on*
Me: “Did I seriously just ask you for brown mayonnaise, like, three times? I’m so sorry. Mustard. I definitely meant mustard.”
Employee: “Thank goodness, because brown mayonnaise does not sound good at ALL.”
(I had to agree.)
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