I was nine months pregnant; waiting in this mexican restaurant for my friend to show up.
Happy Hour 2 for 1 Margaritas were everywhere.
Welcome to taco tuesday at La Nop. I was grateful for my canned ginger ale, since I was hot and pregnant and hungry. Nibbling on chips I noticed water dripping from the ceiling in various places throughout the dining room. When my waiter came by for the 3rd time to ask if I wanted to order something I asked him about the leaky ceiling. He said, “It’s the air ducts. They leak water.” and quickly walked away. I amused myself with my phone not really too annoyed since my friend had texted me to let me know she was held up and would be on her way shortly. As the happy hour crowd thinned out I noticed the air conditioner was noisey, the dripping water was pretty distracting and I detected a musty smell that seemed to be coming from the air ducting. I was hot and pregnant. I considered going to another place but my friend really likes the tamales here. Just as I was thinking about a way to tactfully escape the HVAC failure scene of my worst nightmares, I noticed a family of four leaving a table out on the deck. Feeling the urgent need to claim that table I waddled straight over to the hostess and explained to her my need to be seated as far away from the A/C vents as possible. As we walked outside together she said, “I wish I could stay out there and sit under this big umbrella with you.”