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[GardenStateGirlie]

Originally Posted by darklinensuit

My parents are friends with a woman who's really allergic to fish. We'd eat out and she'd tell the waitress in her most dramatic and loud voice: "The chef must not put fish on my plate or I'll die. If the chef uses any fish seasoning, I'll die. If my entree comes in contact with somebody else's fish entree, I'll die." By the end of the order I think the waitress wanted to kill her.

- Jake

She sounds like the women that call and annoy me everyday of my life. She's not from Cherry Hill, is she?

Having a food allergy is a serious thing but if you went out with someone to a restaurant and they loudly and dramatically went off on their allergy tangent, would you not be sort of embarassed?

My aunt has no allergy to food but she wants to know what's in EVERYTHING, how many calories (the woman weighs 100 lbs, if that), what's it made out of, etc. We're talking salad dressing...not just the actual meal. A while ago we all went out to eat and she started in on her twenty-thousand questions with the poor waitress. The rest of us had already ordered and she goes to hand the menu back to her and says, "sorry we're such a pain!" So, I look at the waitress and say, "correction. the only pain is to my left and she's sorry." Needless to say, we've not been out to dinner since

[darklinensuit]

Originally Posted by GardenStateGirlie

She sounds like the women that call and annoy me everyday of my life. She's not from Cherry Hill, is she?

Having a food allergy is a serious thing but if you went out with someone to a restaurant and they loudly and dramatically went off on their allergy tangent, would you not be sort of embarassed?

My aunt has no allergy to food but she wants to know what's in EVERYTHING, how many calories (the woman weighs 100 lbs, if that), what's it made out of, etc. We're talking salad dressing...not just the actual meal. A while ago we all went out to eat and she started in on her twenty-thousand questions with the poor waitress. The rest of us had already ordered and she goes to hand the menu back to her and says, "sorry we're such a pain!" So, I look at the waitress and say, "correction. the only pain is to my left and she's sorry." Needless to say, we've not been out to dinner since

She would fit in well in Cherry Hill, but no, she lined in the suburb I gre up in but moved to Valley Forge, same building as another pain from my mom's mah jongg set.

- Jake