Outback or just "out"?

We all know what it’s like to crave something. A commercial, a magazine ad, someone mentions cookies, or chips ‘n salsa… or a shot of tequila- and suddenly you can’t think of anything else. You know the feeling. You pick up the phone, call a restaurant, drive over and you don’t even have to get out of the car. Ah, the beauty of curbside service! (This does NOT apply to shots of tequila. Drinking and driving is NOT cool!)

My friend… oh let’s call her “Cece” (name changed to protect identity), knows the power of a good craving. Cravings that stick- sometimes for days. She recently had such a craving and called Outback for some curbside service. Salmon, a side of steamed veggies, and an order of mushrooms. I’m sorry, I think I used the plural form "veggies". At least that’s what she ordered. What she received was two slices of zucchini, two mushrooms, a piece of tomato, and about an inch wide piece of onion (see picture below). Since when does this constitute an order of veggies? Who was it in the kitchen who put those in the container and thought, “okay, that’s enough”? Were they just short on veggies that day? Did they think no one would notice? Seriously. Some people want to get to heaven to ask Moses what it was like crossing the Red Sea, or find out about the statement that Enoch “was no more.” I just want to drive over to Outback and ask this person what they were thinking. Another one of life’s mysteries!