My Craziest Experience in a Restaurant

September 15, 2011 by Yamin2011  
Published in Motherhood

- My only embarrassing experience at an eatery.

Last night one of my ‘astrology-freak’ aunts stopped by our house to chew her fat with my mother over a goblet of tea/coffee. As she read my sane mom’s palm and was speaking debris, I couldn’t stop myself but scream out my opinion about her laundering money from my loaded father’s pocket (as an excuse for predicting my mom’s future), and as usual, I got a thrashing from my mom in return. My aunty, given a name of Shashika, twirled her skull towards me, as if trying to read my face. I assumed she was reading my face as she always does when someone does not consider her judgment as his/her own. She spoke to me in a very polite voice, like a saint. She told me to think over something, or an accident, more like an embarrassment I made to my parents when I was very young like 6 years old. Well, she was true for the first time, as I always embarrass my parents, especially my dad. But something did surely lead me to think about it, and I did, and found out about an incident I had experienced when I was 8 years old, which I am going to portray to you at this instant.

24th October. Halloween, but not much of a festival for a rich Muslim boy like me. The day was special indeed, not for it was Halloween, but my birthday. My family could do no more for me than treat me to three-star Italian restaurant.

My small family, consisting of two of my sister, my dead mother, my father and I were standing in front of the electrical signboard of the Italian restaurant, ‘Don Giovanni’ in Banani, Dhaka, Bangladesh. I was unwilling for obvious to enter that restaurant. Dad dragged me in. As time passed, I started feeling better and better, as the amount of scrumptious food started increasing, making my belly roll over my chest. I ate with all my heart and a scrap of courtesy.

It was when the spaghetti, with all its elegance and splendor, was served right in front of the avaricious boy. (ME) I, wearing a napkin over my chest, went on try on the seven different sauces and ketchups already doled out on the table – my only mistake. I reached out for the new pepper-crusher, swirling it the other way round. Suddenly, the head of the pepper can screwed open and flew away to the manager’s face. Out of the embarrassment, dad lugged me out of the eatery, and that was another birthday gone haywire.

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5 Responses to “My Craziest Experience in a Restaurant”
  1. aleemah Says:

    thanks for sharing an interesting story

  2. Aroosa Hermosa Says:

    Really crazyyyyyy.

  3. Richard Smith Says:

    Great!! I love being humiliated in public, there’s nothing quite like it.

  4. FX777222999 Says:

    Interesting experienced huh?

  5. Darin Waugh Says:

    Nice story!

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