Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Life cafe
You walk in, take your seat and peruse the menu. You see a pasta dish that looks particularly good so you order it. When it arrives, you notice that there are peas in the dish. You don't like peas. You'd complain, but really, you probably just missed that little word in the description. You dig into the pasta, carefully avoiding the peas. It tastes good. It tastes so good that you finish all of it and soak up the remaining sauce with your bread. All that's left on the plate are the peas. The waitress arrives to clear your plate. "Uh-oh," she says. "You didn't read the fine print, did you?" she asks, smiling. You reply, "Why, what do you mean?" The waitress says, "I'm sorry but for every pea left on the plate, you need to pay for with one of your teeth." Then she adds, "Or you could just eat them."
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Well, I certainly wouldn't go back to that Cafe! Is that an Allegory of life? Moral of story: Look before you leap? (always read the fine print)
I love it! Sheesh, that would be one way of getting kids to eat their veggies.
moral of the story? always bring your glasses to a restaurant to see the menu, you never know what you'll miss?
The moral, eat your peas, they're good for you!
I like peas.
If you ever come for dinner I'll make sure not to serve my fresh from the garden peas.
You might discover that you only *used to* hate peas.
Not sure I'm so crazy about this parable. I might have to lose some teeth.
Scary thing is that it sounds like a comment I'd make to someone. Furthermore, what do you mean, you don't like peas?
Torn, I totally understand. I don't eat garbanzo beans, nor anything that has shared a plate with them. Sunday I was served a "fresh garden salad." How did I know that there would be lovely little garbanzo beans in it? I politely just didn't eat it.
Every time the waitress came to the table she said something like, "you can't have dessert if you don't eat your salad."
I didn't order dessert. And the salad was still on the table when I left.
Where is this restaurant...in the Plato?
(buh-dum---dum)
OHMIGOD, she did NOT!
HUGS...
Or she could have been like John Lennon and said, "Give peas a chance."
Ba-dum DUM! Thanks, thanks, I'll be here all week. Try the veal, don't forget to tip your waiters.
HUGS..
I'll tell you this much: that broad isn't getting a tip.
I got the analogy up until the teeth part.
Can't we just avoid that which we don't like?
I still say, there's no problem big enough that it can't be run away from.
:)
Dentures were created for a reason.
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What - no "Whirled Peas" jokes?
Okay, I'll explain. The peas are the metaphor. For what? For your purpose in life. Alternately, the moral can be, Embrace what you're given.
I'll go back to regular prose now.
Ehhh, still hate peas.
No matter what the metaphor.
OK, but what are the teeth?
Eating at a restaurant with a philosophy is like... well, I don't know what it's like because I wouldn't be eating there.
Smug bastards.
i love peas. and, when done well, i love a little kicky sarcasm from waitstaff.
That's so weird...in a good way.
who puts pease with pasta? That's weird.
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