Peer Pressure

Lynn, Greg, and I were supposed to go to California Adventure yesterday after work to ride the new Toy Story ride. I was hungry and wanted to stop at Lee's sandwiches on the way there. I think Lynn is not quite as sold on that place as I am. There was this incident with peppers that resulted in a big blister on her lip the last time we went. So on the way there she made the executive decision that we didn't have time to detour to Lee's, we'd have to go ride Toy Story first, and she volunteered to cover my dinner for me. I wasn't enthused about the idea, but I did really want to ride Toy Story, so we went that route. Unfortunately the ride was on the fritz so we didn't get to ride it anyway, and the park was so crowded that we just walked around for a bit and left to go get dinner. That's when the fun really started.

I won't say where we went, because I don't feel a need to tarnish the name of the establishment. However, it was a mexican restaurant, and I ordered the carne asada, which came with guacamole on the side. It was a lot of food, and I was half way through and kind of full, but we were having an interesting conversation, so I continued to eat. It's a darn good thing I eat slowly, because I noticed something lurking in the guacamole that looked suspiciously like a steel ball bearing. The others thought that it was amusing that all I said was, "ummm...why is there a steel ball in my guacamole?" After uncovering the buried item a little more it turned out to not be a steel ball, but what appeared to be some sort of bell shaped nut, (as in screw and nut).

Greg was thrilled, and couldn't wait to tell the waitress so that we'd get the meal for free, which of course we did. The waitress was horrified, and hurried off to get the manager, who was similarly horrified, who rushed off to get another manager who looked nothing short of panicked. I am not sure how many times I was asked whether or not I bit on the item, but I'm not exaggerating when I say half a dozen times sounds about right.

They asked me if I was okay so many times that I finally told the last manager that he could stop worrying because I'm not going to sue. He looked relieved, but by way of further compensation for the incident he offered us shots of tequila, which of course I declined. I think the guy was determined to get us all drunk or something, because that didn't deterr him in the slightest, he offered the tequila again, and again I declined, so he moved onto a battery of other acoholic beverages, which I am not familiar with, and after politely declining all of them, he offered the tequila again. That's when I told him that I don't drink, and he seemed kind of disappointed. I've never had anyone pressure me to drink like that before in my life. Something tells me that if I ever break down and have a shot of tequila, it's not going to be after a trip to Disneyland with Lynn and GG. There are a few other people whose company might make that tequila sound a lot more tempting though.