Had to take my client to a bbbbuffet. There, I said it. I love my job and couldn't ask for better, but buffets are not somewhere I like to be near or eat at. My client is a "super senior" and is approaching the century mark. He wants to show me something new, which he and his late wife used to go to. I'm very happy to oblige. The hostess remembers him and it's a joy to see him light up.
On the non lighter side after I scan the area, millions of chairs, endless schaffers and heat lamps, I try to figure out how the deal works. Okay, choose table. Move three times, cuz client wants a window seat (windows are all too high to see out of)...or maybe for reverse puposes...nobody can see that you are IN there eating!!
We walk over arm in arm to disarm the large pools of food. Oh heck!! Is that a mirror behind the loading area? I see myself (and yes, I know I wore white pants today which are not flattering) but holy carnival mirrors!! Who does that? There must be a method to the mirror madness. Maybe one might hold off on their third or fourth trip to fill...(or their first) if they catch a glimpse of themselves loading up on bland mac n cheese.
I felt very self conscious of my full figured self as I do a quick glance at the other homosapien buffet eaters. I do not feel comfortable there. People will think I'm a big over eater and I'm not!! I got this way very carefully and very slowly. I wanted to say I don't usually eat here sort of out loud but really that would be dumb 'cause these other folks looked very at home.
So I grab a build-a- taco, some bland mac n cheese, a very large salad, a mini carrot cake and a hot cookie...ahhh and a nice glass of water. Oh...and some mash and gravy.
He went back for seconds.
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