The mystery of the century, except not.
This time the source of the awkward was me. To set the scene, I’m eating lunch with my spouse in one of the places I eat fairly regularly.
My server takes our drink order and says, with a look of extreme embarrassment on her face, “okay… I have to ask… what is nut spork?”
Did I mishear her? Is this a joke? Is someone filming me with a hidden camera? All I can say is “what?”
“A nut spork? Do you… only eat with sporks?” She sounds almost as confused as I feel. I didn’t know how to respond and just stared at her with what was almost certainly a deer-in-the-headlights look. Finally she shows me the ticket for my table:
I… what. The three of us just stare at the ticket silently together.
Finally my spouse goes, “is that for allergies? So… nuts and pork?” I remember then I am a “rewards” member here and I must filled out some kind of survey when I registered about food restrictions.
The server laughs awkwardly, “oh okay, I thought it had something to do with spoons and forks!”