I used to have a post here about a site that would allow you to search all the well-known travel sites at once. I have decided to take it down and replace it with this little story. Some of you will know what I'm talking about. Others will probably be a little confused:Once upon a time, a long, long time ago--three days ago to be exact--I went to my favorite restaurant and ordered white fish. The waiter assured me that they had a fresh, white fish in the back with my name written all over it and that he would be back with the white fish just as soon as it was cooked. I sat at my table for the next 30 minutes, waiting for the waiter to bring me my fish. I didn't get up. I didn't go to the bathroom. I didn't even close my menu.
Finally, after my stomach growled so loudly that the patrons at the next table turned around and stared, the waiter came out of the kitchen with a plate of food. When he put the plate in front of me, I saw that the plate was full of snails, not white fish, a fact that I quickly pointed out. The waiter apologized profusely. As it turns out, the motor on the fridge that housed all of the white fish had burnt out, causing the fridge to grow warm and the white fish to turn gray.
"But I ordered white fish, and you told me you had some available," I protested.
"I know, ma'am, and I'm truly sorry. Hopefully, it won't happen again," he replied in turn. He motioned at the plate of snails. "Please, try the escargot. It's just as good."
I looked down at the plate, wrinkled up my nose, and pushed the plate away. "Thanks, but I don't eat snails."
