joy_of_cooking
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Suppose you're a nice, polite girl from a small town in the upper Midwest. Think, 3k within city limits, most of the business comes from people driving in from the rest of the county, and half of them are named Svensson. How would you handle the following situation?
You and your date go to the nice restaurant in town (there's kind of only one). You're white and conventionally attractive; he's neither. Also his English is not great. So it's you who asks the maitre d'hotel for a table for two. He says sure, and asks if you'd like to have a drink at the bar while you wait for the other person. It hasn't occurred to him that the man you're with could be your date.
I'm looking for the polite, nonconfrontational Midwestern equivalent of a sharp rebuke. Does this work?
You and your date go to the nice restaurant in town (there's kind of only one). You're white and conventionally attractive; he's neither. Also his English is not great. So it's you who asks the maitre d'hotel for a table for two. He says sure, and asks if you'd like to have a drink at the bar while you wait for the other person. It hasn't occurred to him that the man you're with could be your date.
I'm looking for the polite, nonconfrontational Midwestern equivalent of a sharp rebuke. Does this work?
I was confused. She was not. By the time I figured out what was going on, she had slipped her hand into mine.
"No," she said, her voice carefully level. "Thank you."
The maitre d'hotel blanched. Silently, he grabbed two menus and headed into the restaurant. I glanced up at her as we followed. She wore a small, pleasant smile that did not reach her eyes.
Only after we were seated and the maitre d' gone did she let that smile fade. She squeezed my hand. "Sorry, I know you would have let it go, but I couldn't. Sometimes a girl has to mark her territory."