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It was pretty strange I guess. We had a lunch meeting at a restaurant near the office, and I had ordered some pasta, the name of which escapes me at the moment, which had chicken, mushrooms, sun dried tomatoes, and a creamy sauce on bowtie pasta. A few minutes after I ordered, the waitress came back and asked if I had ordered one pasta dish or a different one. I confirmed that it was this dish that I had ordered.
When the food arrived, I stared at it for a moment. We had been discussing a proposal for the past ten minutes and the only thing that bothered me about the dish was that it seemed to be missing sun dried tomatoes. I figured that it was somewhere in there and started to eat.
Several minutes later, a waitress came over and asked me if I liked the dish or would like the actual pasta that I had ordered. Apparently the dish I was eating was some sort of chicken prima vera. For one, it had spaghetti. It also had a red sauce. I have no idea why I never noticed. I think all the details of my order fell out after I was asked about it. While I was trying to figure out what was happening, another waitress came over and swapped plates.
I started eating from the new dish, which actually was what I had ordered. It was much tastier. (I wonder why nobody else at the table inquired about my dish?)
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