Lunch....Lady?

I believe, that if the word "lady" is in the title of the profession you chose, you should be required to act like one. But there must be an underlying rule that lunch ladies learn in lunch lady school, that says that they have to be mean to every single person they serve. Or maybe it's just me. Either way - every time I have had to interact with a lunch lady, in the history of ever, they have been thoroughly unpleasant.

I'm a tad perturbed this morning because I seriously just got a stank eye over a biscuit. I mean, really? I'm sure that I appeared to be just another drooling & aggravating employee who wanted some damn gravy...but really I was a sickly employee who had just taken an ass-load of medicine that was going to come hurling back up out of my belly if I didn't soon put some substance behind it. I understand that they ran out of biscuits, and I understand that it takes time cook more. What I don't understand is why they always gotta throw attitude at me like a fast ball when I ask them a simple question!

But y'all don't worry...all is well, thanks to the best receptionist wing-man ever known to man...

Thank you Michele, for braving the evil forest of the kitchen and returning with a golden biscuit. You saved my life today!