Was at the grocery store getting a card, flowers, a stuffed animal and balloons for my Peruvian’s birthday, plus picking up some groceries when extremely loud retching was coming from back in the bakery. Someone was is distress, so I move closer to see a woman’s head down in a sink obviously meant for thr bakers to wash their hands. One employee was standing at a safe distance watching her coworker retch and vomit in the sink, and another came over looked briefly and walked away. The loud retching continued; it went on and on well beyond the usual’ I feel sick.’ At some point while pushing my cart towards check out and the woman’s retching showing no signs of subsiding, I had the urge to shout, ‘Nothing from the bakery for me today, thanks!’
I’m hoping it was something like she’s pregnant and not something serious.
Meanwhile later at dinner with family dropping nearly $800 for a table of 6, I had the sounds in my head of that woman retching while trying to eat lamb carpaccio, oysters Rockefeller, and poached lobster over butternut squash ravioli.
The one thing that made me feel good was the $200 tip I left for our waitress. I’ve eaten out so seldom this pandemic, so when I do I try and compensate by tipping well. It’s been rough on restaurant workers.