Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Would you like a side of telepathy with that?

There's this weird thing that happens when I order food.

I usually get what I want, not what I ordered.

It happens quite often. And it's not like those psychic or paranormal experiences that only happen when nobody else is around (why is it always so convenient like that?). Nope, this happens in front of people, in broad daylight, at night--whenever I don't say what I actually want and order something else.

It's not like I can't say what I want. This isn't an issue about being assertive.

For example, today, I went to a cafe. I had tried their gingerbread (soy) latte a couple of days ago when I met a collector there to discuss a commission to paint his beautiful cat (can't wait to get started on it!).

This time, I went up to the counter and ordered...a pumpkin spice soy latte.

I did want the gingerbread latte, but I love trying new things so I went with the pumpkin spice latte. However, the plot thickens: I didn't actually want the pumpkin spice latte. I didn't even want the gingerbread latte. Before I entered the cafe, I saw that they had a special--peppermint mocha!

Mm. That's what I really wanted. But I thought, nah, too much sugar and it's minty.

So guess what I got?

Of course, I didn't send it back, because in my heart of hearts, this was what I really wanted!

And this happens to me all the time. I could order a salad but I'll get a steak. A soda and get a cocktail. Everybody will hear what I ordered and--so I could test this "psychic ordering"--I would tell people what I truly wanted but didn't order because it wasn't as healthy, etc.

People are amazed all the time, but I'm just grateful. I don't know if it's the food fairy, Santa Claus, or my own personal Ganesha that gives me what I really want--maybe even need--or if I beam my wishes into the heads of servers and cooks. I just know it happens.

Invite Beauty,

I.
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