And Embarrassing Story That Actually Won’t Haunt Me Forever.

I went to an art festival with my artist friend (Clever Cottontail) in this quaint little town kinda known for their charm. When I was walking around and exploring, I noticed on the street that we walked up to get to the market, there were a few places that looked like maybe AirBnBs and then a house with this sign in front of it.

Now, down the road from this place was the “center” of the small town where there were other businesses inside houses so a cafe in a house didn’t seem out of place at all. It fit in with the vibe of the town as far as I could tell. And I was excited because the festival itself mainly just had “fair food” and that’s all Chelsea was able to eat the day before. I went back to the tent and showed Chelsea that picture and she said, “Did it look open to you? I saw it yesterday and it didn’t look open to me.”

I kind of agreed, although there was a small parking area right in front of the place that had one car in front of it, I assumed most of the traffic on that road was probably pedestrian and they used the main parking area down the street. But, I called to be sure. I said, “Hello, I’m at the vendor market up the road, do you guys do carry out orders?” (This was my way of gauging the situation/looking for guidance.) She said, “Yes! We actually have a walk-up window!” “Perfect,” I said. And because I didn’t see anything obvious when I had been there prior I said, “I’ll be there in a few minutes and I’ll just wander around until I see the window!” And she said, “Great! See you soon!”

Welp. So much for guidance.

So I walked down and went through the gate you see behind the fence and followed the walking path down to the deck that had a table and umbrella and I thought that might be where the carryout is. I saw the main door, but there was no “sign” or anything. And then I saw a grill on the deck and I thought, “That’s a weird thing to have on a restaurant deck.”

And then part of my brain started clicking…WAIT. AM I JUST WANDERING AROUND SOMEONE’S HOUSE?

So I rushed back through the yard and out the gate and looked at the sign again trying to figure out where I went wrong. Then I grabbed one of those cards (which I previously thought were menus) and they’re just like advertisement cards and the address of the cafe was listed as like 3 miles away!

But I find that this story – although embarrassing – doesn’t actually trigger my shame/cringe reflex because I kinda feel like they’re in the wrong! The sign SHOULD have said, “Come see us at….” or “Located at…” or something to indicate it wasn’t a sign denoting the actual cafe inside this quaint house down the road from other quaint businesses inside quaint houses.

I mean, was I probably the only one who made that mistake ever? Probably. But still…TOTALLY NOT MY FAULT. I refuse to suffer a lifetime of shutters everytime I remember this error. Nope, instead I’ll remember it as the time I almost walked into someone’s house because of a sign that lacked important inforation.


EPILOGUE: Chelsea drove to the address on the card and found the actual cafe and their actual carryout window and the food was lovely. 5 Stars. Would recommend.

4 thoughts on “And Embarrassing Story That Actually Won’t Haunt Me Forever.”

  1. Goodness, of course you would think that! They definitely need to add to their sign. I’m glad you were able to get to it anyway.

  2. Thanks for sharing and shaking of shame. It’s curious, as I was reading your piece, I imagined myself in your shoes and I started to feel shame. You’re right, however, it’s a very understandable mistake that would likely happen frequently. Perhaps, we judge ourselves by an unnaturally high standards?

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