The Fretful Mother's Blog

It was bad enough when it was a grade on my childhood report cards, but it’s even more terrifying when it’s posted on restaurant doors. Typically I prefer to eat food that has been properly handled and cooked. It’s just a thing I have. I don’t like to be stuck in the bathroom for three days after a meal out. No matter how good it tasted on the way in, it’s not worth it on the way out.
Unfortunately my fretful alertness has not been at its peak lately. Last week I tried a new Mexican restaurant for lunch. I shoved forkful after forkful of cheap burrito into my mouth, happily unaware that it was anything other than top-quality fare. Stuffed to my stomach’s content, I happily bounded out the door only to be startled by the OMG face on my boss. He was staring at the door in abject horror. He turns to me and says the words I’ve never wanted to hear: “I can’t believe you didn’t notice this on our way in.” I didn’t notice something that could cause horror and panic. Are you kidding me?
But he was absolutely right. Staring me right in the face was a big ole green letter “B.” The health department deemed the establishment at which I’d just consumed unadulterated portions of pollo y tortilla to be non-perfect. And I didn’t even notice this letter on the way in. What was happening to me? Didn’t I care if I had to re-enact the scene from the Exorcist? Or, maybe even worse, turned into some kind of George Brett clone?
I cannot express my disappointment in my malfunctioning threat sensors. From now on, I’m back on my ‘A’ game. You can never be too safe.

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