This page is dedicated for venting some frustrations and sources of my angst. It might help to know where I’m coming from…or not. Once I do that, I’ll feel better. Here’s where you’ll learn the meaning behind the Anxious Angie moniker (and the ‘pinch of sarcasm’ mentioned earlier…ok, maybe a little more than a pinch 😏).
- waiting an exorbitant amount of time for our food to arrive (more than ten minutes is excessive to me, five when I’m famished)
- eagerly anticipating what looks to be what we’ve ordered making its way toward us, only to have it continue past us and brought to the wrong customers (and here I’m thinking, ‘Hmmm, someone else ordered the exact same thing as us.’ Nope. Not so much. [If you could see the disdained and horrified look on my face as the error is realized and panicked thoughts of those ‘other’ people almost eating – or, worse yet, breathing on – my food start flooding my mind, it would be worth the price of admission alone!])
- food that arrives to our placemat before we receive silverware (Um…excuse me, but is this theme night? Because no one told me we had to eat cave-dweller style.)
- having previewed a menu online prior to our visit and getting overly excited about a particular menu item I can’t wait to order, only to be crushed when told in a paltry attempt to convey empathy, “Sorry, but our menu has been updated, and we don’t have that item anymore.” (Sorry? Your menu has been updated? Well, not the one on your website; forgot about that one, didn’t ya. 🙄)
- bartenders who don’t know how – or are too lazy – to shake martinis correctly, especially espresso martinis in this example (Excuse me, but two or three feeble attempts at shaking do not constitute properly mixing or chilling the ingredients, not to mention the resulting lack of any froth whatsoever [looks more like dirty dishwater to me]; I know it’s a lot to ask, but think you can ‘try’ giving it just a wee bit more oomph, several more shakes, or at least ‘pretend’ you like your job or know what you’re doing? Maybe I’ll just come back there and make it myself or at least show you how it’s done. [Probably why this is one of my biggest gripes since I’m a mixologist and take pride in shaking with the best of them.])
- when a bartender pours our drinks at the far end of the bar from where we’re seated and spills them while carrying them over to us (That’s two issues: first, call me strange, but I actually enjoy watching the pour [preferably in front of me where I don’t need binoculars to see it] – it’s part of the attraction of dining at bars for me; and second, while I appreciate your brim-filling method, don’t you think it would be a better idea to leave a little room to prevent spillage? [What a waste. That’s alcohol abuse.])
- restrooms that have no soap, paper towels, or toilet paper (It’s usually toilet paper I don’t notice missing from the stall until AFTER I’ve started doing my business!! Ugh…)
- having the light turned off on me in a public bathroom while in the stall peeing!! (This actually happened to me this past Valentine’s Day while out to dinner; I yelled, “Hey! I’m in here!!! Are you freaking kidding me?!!” among other things, but my words fell on deaf ears as she walked out and left me there in total darkness. True story.)
- improper punctuation and grammar
- when the order of recipe ingredients does NOT match the instructions (Drives me insane!)
- when someone has 0% interest in something and says they ‘could’ care less (Once and for all, it’s couldn’t care less, as in could not care any less even if they tried, because if they ‘could’ care less, they are saying that they do care somewhat.)
- the massive overuse of the word ‘amazing’ (I mean, seriously, there are plenty of neglected adjectives in the English vocabulary yearning to be used that can adequately describe a vacation, or the weather, or…anything!)
- parents who don’t discipline their screaming, bratty kids and allow them to throw a tantrum because they’re either ignorant, lazy, or unsure how to handle the little monsters (This one really gets my blood boiling! Don’t want to deal with the spoiled little brats? Next time, DON’T HAVE KIDS!!)
- distracted drivers who don’t proceed when traffic lights turn green, or leave huge gaps in front of them, or don’t signal, or drive under the speed limit, or slow down at a yellow light causing me to get the red when I could’ve made it, or swerving all over the road, or… (I had to group these together because there weren’t enough bullet points.)
I have numerous anxieties that I don’t recall having had as a kid…at least not as bad as in my adult years, when many of them have seemingly surfaced or progressively gotten worse. I’ll blame it on hormonal changes, or Hashimoto…maybe both.