They Don’t Want My Business


We are leaving for a road trip during dinner time.  I called a sushi restaurant close to my work to place a take-out order.

Restaurant: What time are you going to eat your sushi?

Me: Probably around dinner time?

Restaurant: That’s too much time after you pick up your order.

Me: That’s ok.  We are bringing our cooler.  We are going on a road trip you see.

Restaurant: No, the sushi won’t taste good.  I am afraid that I can’t sell you our sushi.  It is best enjoyed right after our chef makes it.  Sorry.

I am not sure if I should be pleased that they place such high respect for their product, or annoyed that they won’t sell me what I want.


About Monki

I am a mother, a wife, a physician, and a scientist. This is a life style blog about recipe ideas to try out; fun events to check out; being a career woman; health concerns; parenting doubts and triumph; and all the silly and loving moments in between.
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3 Responses to They Don’t Want My Business

  1. Dalo 2013 says:

    I’d be pleased…then annoyed :-)

  2. deirdrehgage says:

    Annoyed. If I want someone to tell me when to eat my dinner, I’ll call my mom. I have about as much patience for this as I do the restaurant that tells me they will only cook my hamburger medium because “that’s the way it tastes the best.” Actually, no. That’s how YOU like it. Restaurants sometimes over inflate their own importance. It’s not world peace you’re brokering, y’all. It’s just sushi.

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