On Valentine’s Day, my supervisor treated the office to lunch. For me, that’s music to my ears, because it usually means a delivery of cheeseburgers from Roxie’s Grocery. However, a co-worker who I only see during events at the FedExForum wasn’t thrilled about that. For whatever reason, she feels that Roxie’s is “dirty.” By that, I didn’t know if she was referring to its hygiene or its location in a poor neighborhood. Regardless of her reason, I suggested a few alternatives that might appeal to her. Eventually, she settled on The Green Beetle, one of Memphis’ oldest bars/taverns. With the choice made, I grabbed the menu off our break room’s bulletin board (one of many that we have) for her to peruse. Surprisingly, it turns out that my co-worker is a vegetarian, so she obviously chose the Veggie Plate. My supervisor, who sprung for our lunch, got the Beetle Burger. I decided to put aside my dieting for a Sausage and Pepper Po’ Boy sandwich. I might have to work a little harder to burn off the extra calories, but I believed it was worth it. As it turned out, most of our expectations were met.
|The picture displayed above is a Beetle Burger that I got in November 2011. I thought about|
getting a picture of my supervisor's burger, but I didn't want to be an annoying tool.
By the way, the last two words in the previous sentence will likely be quoted in another blog
(or on Twitter & Facebook) by someone who hates me. I'm starting to wonder if he has
a man-crush on me. After all, he lets his hair down whenever he sees me (just kidding; it's always down).