Special is relative!

It  was a beautiful Friday like no other and I am resting my bum indulged in a novel so as to keep my appetite for the day coming. The shop wasnt exactly stormed with customers so I took advantage and well plunged myself in that comfort of a good book so dont judge! I got so carried away that by the time I actually looked at a living thing, it was lunch time. Clearly my stomach keeps its planner quite consistent so you cannot fail to miss a meal. The growl that followed next from the stomach clearly sent out a warning even the client I was serving gave that 'You must have eaten last in 2010' look before he offered to buy me some lunch.
The smile that curved on my face would fit the crescent moon quite perfectly and significantly said happy in a few words. "I appreciate that offer!" I said as he lead me to the next cafe right next to the shop. "Hmmm....today is my lucky day!" I thought as I curiously perused the menu.Quickly, I ran my eyes up and down until I came across the word special. I thought to myself that since I'm not buying I could risk the adventure of having the Chapati Beans Special with the utmost thought that special means it included some meat I assumed.
I eargerly waited for my 'Special' lunch to arrive as I created a vivid picture of how it would look and even salivated at the mere thought of it.Sooner than later, the waiter arrived with the delicacy well covered and leaving me to use my imaginative mind even more. Finally, he opened the plate and voila! it was the 'special' diet ready for me to munch on it but unfortunately there was no sign of meat neither did it look any 'special' to me.
Hurriedly I took the first spoon of the beans stew because by that I was literally starving.Peeeew!! I finally realized what special about the meal, it did not have any spices and neither did it have any salt. It tasted like boiled beans with additional onions and tomatoes to give it color. I called out to the waiter to find out why they called the meal special and yet it tasted quite the opposite. He replied with confidence that special means people with special needs; diabetic, people with ulcers.
At that moment I concluded that special is relative because to me it meant I get additional value but instead it reminds that not everything is about me.