April taught me not to be rude. We went out to breakfast together and April tried to tell me something but I couldn’t hear what she said. I told her that I couldn’t hear her and asked her what she said and she repeated it but I couldn’t hear her the second time either.
I was a bit exasperated that I couldn’t hear her and I told her that she needed to speak up when she is talking to me. She had a surprised look on her face and said, “Oh, never mind” and I could tell she was disappointed. April ordered a cinnamon roll and I ordered eggs, sausage, and hash browns. After our food was delivered, I noticed that April was quiet and I thought, maybe, she was reflecting on what I said, that she needed to speak up for me to hear what she was saying and, hopefully, she learned a valuable lesson from me.
About an hour after we left the restaurant, I started to get nauseated, and then stomach cramps, and then, full on GI distress. I mentioned it to April who said, Pat, you know I worked at two restaurants when I lived in Index. I know what to look for when I go to a restaurant. Before we were seated, I looked over at their kitchen area and I was trying to tell you to avoid ordering anything that would be cooked on their grill. I was being quiet when I was telling you this because I didn’t want to offend the people who work there.
But, you were rude to me twice when I was trying to warn you, so I decided to keep my mouth shut because I thought you needed to learn a valuable lesson on not being rude to me. We laughed about this incident over the years, and I always told April that she could tell me anything, especially when we are going out to a restaurant, in the quietest of voices, and I would not be rude to her again.