gay waiters and styrofoam

Since moving here I have found a couple of great places to have lunch.

I have been to one place four times - by myself - three times for lunch and
then more recently for dinner.


The first time I had lunch at this place I knew the waiter was Gay.

How did I know - you might ask?

I just knew.

Since he wasn't very busy at the time we chatted and he introduced me
to a subject that has preyed on my mind ever since.

STYROFOAM.


This nice young waiter who was so easy to talk to - as if  he were a close
friend - told me how styrofoam never goes away.  It is not biodegradable.
He pointed out the containers that they use and that he was putting my
leftovers in were not only recyclable but also microwavable and
dishwasher safe.

Folks - I'm on a Mission here.  I have found a Cause.

Because at the other above mentioned place where I like to have lunch this other gay
waiter told me that his boss  - although Drew has brought the subject of the
styrofoam containers up to him on several occasions - is too 'frugal' to change over
to the biodegradable/microwavable/dishwasher safe ones.

I would like to add at this point that the biodegradable ones are much more
attractive that the ugly strofoam ones - I have really never liked those.

And you know what?

As I paid my bill - Drew asked what my first name was.

'Sue,'  I told him.  'What's yours?'

'Drew,'  he answered.

And then I sat amazed as he said, 'Next time you are in for lunch I'll try to
come over and say hi.'

So on Monday I'm going over there again for lunch and if Drew is working
I'm going to suggest that we put our heads toghether and discuss this problem of
his boss refusing to change over from styrofoam to biodegradable containers.

And I'm gonna tell Drew that if  he is willing to set it up I will be willing to have a heart to
heart talk with his boss.

I have nothing to lose - and the world will be a better place - for you and for me - without
those styrofoam containers sitting around forever in a landfill.