Last night...well, last night sucked horribly. Yesterday was day six of a seven day work week, which wouldn't have been so bad had it not been for the fact that I have to do everyone else's freakin job for them and we just had a visit from our DM. Needless to say, stressed out. Beyond reason. And all I wanted last night was some pizza and breadsticks (cravings, ya know?)
So a friend and I went to mellow mushroom, because we love their cheese sticks and normally their pizza is pretty good. We seat ourselves as instructed, and wait. And friggin' wait. After ten minutes, some guy walks by and says he'll be with us in a second. We never saw him again. Ten minutes after that (counter at 20, we were about to leave) a different waiter comes up, gives us menus, and says he'll take our drink orders as soon as he drops a salad off.
We saw him again, in another twenty minutes, bullshitting with a couple tables down (he even sat down with them. They appeared to be his friends.) So forty minutes, nothing. We left.
Really, WTF? I know the guy saw us because he glanced up when my friend waved her hand. And I get the feeling it was the case of the guy avoiding us because he has the notion that college kids don't tip. I thought about talking to a manager, but at that point the level of pent up frustration that was rolling around inside me would have pushed me to create a scene, scream and yell, and that's something I know I shouldn't do. I sent a complaint online instead when my head cooled.
We went to a different place and got our food in 15 minutes. Sigh.
So a friend and I went to mellow mushroom, because we love their cheese sticks and normally their pizza is pretty good. We seat ourselves as instructed, and wait. And friggin' wait. After ten minutes, some guy walks by and says he'll be with us in a second. We never saw him again. Ten minutes after that (counter at 20, we were about to leave) a different waiter comes up, gives us menus, and says he'll take our drink orders as soon as he drops a salad off.
We saw him again, in another twenty minutes, bullshitting with a couple tables down (he even sat down with them. They appeared to be his friends.) So forty minutes, nothing. We left.
Really, WTF? I know the guy saw us because he glanced up when my friend waved her hand. And I get the feeling it was the case of the guy avoiding us because he has the notion that college kids don't tip. I thought about talking to a manager, but at that point the level of pent up frustration that was rolling around inside me would have pushed me to create a scene, scream and yell, and that's something I know I shouldn't do. I sent a complaint online instead when my head cooled.
We went to a different place and got our food in 15 minutes. Sigh.
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