Recently there were two social meetings I wanted to
attend that were scheduled on the same evening.
Because the venues were only a few miles apart and the meetings
overlapped, I decided to attend both.
The primary challenge was finding something to eat during
the evening so I could “power” network the entire night. Fortunately, this
would not be a problem as you can see from the invitation to the first meeting
(names hidden to protect the guilty):
This meeting would have free appetizers. It was an important aspect of the meeting and
a big incentive to attend, as you can see by the use of not one, but three,
exclamation points promoting these appetizers.
This was going to be a long evening, but thanks to the
free appetizers from the Holiday Inn it would be very manageable. I would be an energetic, networking machine,
powered by free, delicious, foods.
I strategically planned to get to the meeting right at 5
p.m. so I could get to those free
appetizers before many people arrived.
Last time at this meeting I made the costly mistake of arriving after
5:30. Some low-life, low-class, moochers
had raided the tables and most of the really good appetizers were nearly
gone. I ended up eating much more cheese
and crackers than I wanted. This time
would be different; I would get there promptly and then stuff my face with
enough Swedish meatballs, bacon-wraps and potato skins, to satisfy me for the
entire evening.
I hurried to meeting room and I was the very first person
to arrive. I said my complimentary
greetings to the meeting organizers, and then headed straight for the free
appetizers. But there were no free
appetizers, just a bare, cold, wood floor.
There were no tables, there were no steaming trays of food, there were
no plates to pile my food upon, and there were no napkins to wipe the creamy,
ranch sauce from my mustache. There was
nothing - just a vast emptiness.
I felt betrayed, I felt rejected, and I hungered deeply
for free appetizers. What type of cruel world
do we live in where free appetizers are promised and then upon arriving you
discover there are no free appetizers? I
refer you back to the invitation:
“Free Appetizers!!!”
Three #%¢&ing exclamation points and not one d@#& meatball! Will somebody please explain how this
happens? Somebody tell these people the
recession ended years ago. There is no
justification, none, for stiffing people on the free appetizers.
I didn’t ask why there were no appetizers. I didn’t want
to look like one of those greedy parasites who only show up for the free
food. I overheard someone say that the
Holiday Inn decided not to provide them anymore. It’s probably because certain appetizer
scroungers were showing up early at the meetings and eating way too much. How disgusting, I hate those types of people;
I mean come on, show some class! And
apparently someone was too lazy to call the Holiday Inn and confirm that
appetizers would be available, before issuing the three exclamation point
invitation.
Since there were no free appetizers, I left early and
very hangry for my second meeting. As I
sat at the traffic light I noticed the sign for “The Tilted Kilt”. They have good appetizers, but they are not
free. The restaurant is very deceptive,
however. I thought it was a place when
Scottish men could wear Scottish garb, eat haggis and hoist some ale. However, it turns out that it’s the
waitresses who wear the kilts and it appears their outfits they wear run a couple
sizes too small. The tilting part comes
in as the waitress do waitressy type things, such as leaning and bending over,
which provide a nice view of
the Scottish lowlands. The outfits also offer an ample display of
the Scottish highlands, which in this case are much more mountainous than
hilly.
I decided to eschew the tour of Scotland and continue
down the road.
However, at the next
light I could see the “gentlemen’s club” up ahead. This place is always advertising free
appetizers. I’m sure the appetizers are hot, spicy and mouth-watering and the
strippers are ho … , okay you get the idea. Now while the appetizers are free, I’m
guessing the strippers are not. I’m sure
they are very good at satisfying certain appetites, but I decide to proceed to
the meeting.
Unfortunately the people at the second meeting find my
plight of being stiffed on free appetizers rather amusing. None of these cheapskates offered to buy me
any appetizers (which would then be free for me). They suggest that perhaps I
should blog about it, which is a dumb idea.
Who would want to read an entire post about … oh never mind.
By the time I leave, I am famished. I make sure not to drive past the strip joint
on the way home. Maybe I could demand
that my woman make me a sammich. Instead I decide to carry-out at Taco
Bell. Taco Bell is also very deceptive. They tell you to “make a run for the border”.
I would never get there because I always “make a run for el bano” after my
meal.
Interestingly, a few weeks later I found myself in the
same predicament. I had two events on
the same night and needed some food to make it through. The first event advertised a “reception”
which means you get to “receive” some interaction with people. But much more important is “recepting” some
free appetizers.
And this time my free appetizer expectations were greatly
exceeded. It was a high-class selection
of delectable foods, most of which I could not identify, even after eating it. There were choices from the six main food
groups, including bacon. It was so
complete, there was even asparagus. I
hate
asparagus, it is disgusting. But it
was a nice touch. Incredibly, I was the
first person in line for these awesome, delectable, free appetizers. Therefore I got the first bite of the apple,
and everything else, except for the asparagus of course.
Free - but not a good appetizer |
My faith in free appetizers has therefore been restored,
thanks to my friends Matt, Cassie, and Willy, who were responsible for providing this
feast. These guys understand the concept of free appetizers and know how to
deliver the goods. So if anyone is
holding an event which includes free appetizers, please send me an invitation.
I still think you should have gone to the Tilted Kilt.
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