I Heard a Scuttle. You Know, A Scuttle

I had lunch with some people today at an Indian restaurant in Sorrento Valley area. It was a gathering of said-company that we all worked for a few years ago. I was very very reluctant to go on this lunch date not because I didn't like the company but rather that it was Indian food. I have tried Indian food several times in the past and no love each time. But I'm happy to say that I was really enjoying my Indian lunch buffet and had even a thought of maybe taking the Mister to try (this was a breakthrough moment for me). That is, until we looked up and saw this gigantic bug scuttling across the drapery rod. Someone thought it was a beetle. But whatever it was, it was gigantic. I kid you not. As Sebastian Haff (aka the real Elvis in hiding) would say, "Man, you are one big, bitch cockroach."

So for the rest of lunch, while we were sitting there, catching up on each others' lives, making small talk, my mind couldn't help repeating some of Sebastian's one (or two) liners, "You got a bug problem. They were big, the size of my fist, the size of a peanut butter banana sandwich." Oh well. Easy come, easy go. Sorry if I ruined any appetites out there. What can I say except, thank you. Thank you very much.