I went out to dinner with my two best girlfriends last night, to a local Italian BYO. It had been about 12 years since I was last at this particular restaurant. At the end of the meal, I remarked how well they were doing to still be around, and how I always remembered this restaurant fondly.

One of my friends lives in the area, as do her family. It used to be a frequently-visited restaurant for she and the extended family. I asked her if they still go there regularly, and her response was interesting:

“We have recently started coming back here, but we stopped for ages after they were so rude to you about your diabetes”, she said. I stopped and tried to remember what the story had been – nothing. When I prompted her, she recounted a story about a group of us going there when I was on a different insulin regime (must have been Actrapid) which required me to take my injection half an hour before the meal. She recalled that the meals came out, the waittress forgot to tell me (which we were pretty forgiving of: it was a busy Saturday night) and then I had to sit there for half an hour before I could eat, while everyone else had finished. Apparently they were very ungracious about this, and not apologetic at all – and it had really annoyed my friend.

I still can’t recall this incident, which is probably a good thing – obviously I actually do just let these things go… but always interesting to hear other people’s recollections and reactions to things. I’m sure my parents and brother would have a few of these stories which I’ve forgotten as well.