Green Eggs and Ham?

The Problem...

There was one episode that pre-dated our limecapade, but it definitely deserves mention.  It was the night before my boyfriend shipped out for his two weeks active duty in the Navy.  It was late, and we were tired, so we went to the local 24 hour restaurant for supper.  We were both actually in a breakfast mood, so my boyfriend decided he was going to order his favorite, Eggs Benedict.  "Hi, my name is Jim," said our server as he approached our table.  And with that one simple sentence, our adventure began.

The Search...

Jim was a very young guy and kinda shy.  He took our order and my boyfriend ordered Eggs Benedict.  Jim turned to leave, then turned back and asked him how he wanted his eggs.  We were both perplexed at this question.  Eggs Benedict only comes one way!  My boyfriend told him that he wanted them the usual way and to just give the order to the cook.  The cook would know how to fix it.

We both thought that was an odd question, but Jim trotted off to the kitchen and we made chit chat while waiting for our meals.  And we waited.  And we waited...  And we waited.......  Now we were getting annoyed.  I think we were the only, or almost the only, patrons in the restaurant at the time.  How long did it take to make two breakfasts?  Finally Jim comes back out and stammers that the cook isn't sure how to make the Eggs Benedict.  So my boyfriend started to explain things to him, but he asked my boyfriend to hold on.  Jim went over to the next table, grabbed a chair, came back to our table, and pulled up his chair to sit with us.  "OK," he said, waiting for my boyfriend's explanation.  That was the defining moment.  We had suddenly crossed over into the TwiLime Zone!  My boyfriend patiently explained the nuances of Eggs Benedict to him and Jim finally felt confident that he knew what it was.  Back to the kitchen he went.

The Solution...

Success!  He finally brought us our meals and the eggs were prepared correctly.  After we had finished our meal, the manager came out and apologized profusely for all the problems.  She explained that they were short-staffed, and that in actuality Jim was a busboy, not a waiter!  Well, that explained a lot, but it begged the question, who was the cook?  The janitor?

Conclusion...

If you go to a restaurant late at night and your server is named Jim, don't order eggs.