On Good Friday, I wandered into the kitchen craving fish and chips. I asked Mr BC what he wanted for dinner, and because we have been married 24 years and are completely in sync with all things, he answered Well, actually I’d really like fish and chips…
Please go to The Rumbling Tummy (the fish and chip shop just around the corner) and make sure you get battered fish and not crumbed, and please get some potato scallops because I have been craving them..Mr BC had his instructions and was off. I eat fish and chips maybe twice a year, and I only ever want battered. I can do crumbs at home. Also, potato scallops! I must have been on the mend. I used to eat them after school on the way to ice skating and you know when you just get a taste in your mouth? Maybe it was the cool change in the weather. I’m not the only one, am I?
Mr BC came home and I ripped off the paper to find crumbed fish. No potato scallops, but some sort of weird orange ‘seafood bite’ thing, which I suspect was crab stick in the shape of a Tasmanian scallop. It had taken an hour of waiting, so even though the dissapointment was crushing, we ate the awful crumbed fish. But not the orange things.
Afterward, I called The Rumbling Tummy and told them how upset I was. I told the Manager that it might mean nothing to him, but I was devastated. Devastated. The Manager was super apologetic and assured me that he would love to replace our order with the correct items, free of charge, and he would push our order in front of the other orders, please come down straight away Madam, I am so sorry. He couldn’t have been nicer, or more proffesional.
Mr BC! I’ve just called the Rumbling Tummy to complain! They are going to replace our order, can you please go and pick it up?
Mr BC looked up from watering the garden. Darl, I wish you had talked to me about this first, because I didn’t go to the Rumbling Tummy. I went to Bay Boats fish and chips instead.
Well fuck. How embarrassment! After a panicked conversation Mr BC went and paid for the fish and potato scallops, and apologized profusely on my behalf. He very kindly did not tell the lovely manager that his wife was confused and not long out of hospital.
Seriously. I can’t even. Have you ever done anything so embarrassing?
How seriously do you take your fish and chips? Are you crumbed or battered? What is your stance on potato scallops?