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I'm very proud of myself. Friends, I have just returned from an evening out at my favorite restaurant, home of the infamous "Satan spinning around" incident.
My cousin and I were eating, while at the next table was a younger woman and an older woman who appeared to be her grandmother. The restaurant was very busy and on top of that, understaffed. Put that together and it's a bad combination. It took a long time to get everything.
The women at the next table started their complain-o-thon with their bread. This restaurant gives you free bread before your meal, and they had run out. More was in the oven. As with everything in our meal, it was taking a long time, and they pestered the waitress, who was also our waitress, so much that finally she snapped at them, "It's free bread. I'll get it to you as soon as I can."
The women at the table did not appreciate this. We shall refer to them as Cow (the younger one), and Hag (the older one).
Hag: "That was rude!" (after the waitress had left)
Cow: "I'm overworked too, but I'm not rude about it."
Later, Cow got her salad, and her and Hag's drinks were running low. They discussed this at length, more than loudly enough for my cousin and I to hear.
In fact, they discussed most things loudly enough for us to hear. The service was slow. Those people over there got their meal first. They wouldn't recommend this place to anyone else.
A woman sat down at another nearby table, and the waitress returned to get her order. Hag would have none of it. She reached over and tapped the waitress on her shoulder, interrupting her.
Hag: "Excuse me, miss? Can we get our dinner now?"
Cow: "Grandma, she's talking..." (at this point there seemed to be a glimmer of hope)
Hag: "We've been waiting an hour." (they hadn't) "Can we get our dinner now, please?"
The waitress smiled, not with her eyes, and hurried off.
Hag looked at the woman whose order she had interrupted.
Hag: "Well, I'm sorry but it's true."
Woman: "Um... That's okay. No problem."
Hag looked over at me, and I glared back at her.
When the meals arrived, Hag and Cow set about their dinner, discussing other things but always turning back to the terrible service. Finally they began discussing whether or not to leave a tip.
Hag: "I wouldn't leave a tip for this. Would you?"
Cow: "Maybe a dollar but I don't think I will."
Hag: "This was terrible service."
Cow: "She was rude."
At this point, Hag wandered off to the bathroom.
My cousin and I received our bill, which came to $50.18. We put together $62, and when the waitress returned, I stood, handed it to her and said, loudly enough for everyone in the dining room to hear:
"Here you go. It was great, and those people over there said they weren't going to leave you a tip so we made sure to. Thanks!"
Then I looked over to Cow, who glowered back, and said with a great big smile and a jaunty little waggle of the fingers toward her, "And you have a special evening now! Bye bye!"
As we were leaving, the waitress called out, "See you next week!" and out the door we went.
My only regret is that I don't feel the tip was large enough. We should have left one to cover Hag and Cow's, also.
My cousin and I were eating, while at the next table was a younger woman and an older woman who appeared to be her grandmother. The restaurant was very busy and on top of that, understaffed. Put that together and it's a bad combination. It took a long time to get everything.
The women at the next table started their complain-o-thon with their bread. This restaurant gives you free bread before your meal, and they had run out. More was in the oven. As with everything in our meal, it was taking a long time, and they pestered the waitress, who was also our waitress, so much that finally she snapped at them, "It's free bread. I'll get it to you as soon as I can."
The women at the table did not appreciate this. We shall refer to them as Cow (the younger one), and Hag (the older one).
Hag: "That was rude!" (after the waitress had left)
Cow: "I'm overworked too, but I'm not rude about it."
Later, Cow got her salad, and her and Hag's drinks were running low. They discussed this at length, more than loudly enough for my cousin and I to hear.
In fact, they discussed most things loudly enough for us to hear. The service was slow. Those people over there got their meal first. They wouldn't recommend this place to anyone else.
A woman sat down at another nearby table, and the waitress returned to get her order. Hag would have none of it. She reached over and tapped the waitress on her shoulder, interrupting her.
Hag: "Excuse me, miss? Can we get our dinner now?"
Cow: "Grandma, she's talking..." (at this point there seemed to be a glimmer of hope)
Hag: "We've been waiting an hour." (they hadn't) "Can we get our dinner now, please?"
The waitress smiled, not with her eyes, and hurried off.
Hag looked at the woman whose order she had interrupted.
Hag: "Well, I'm sorry but it's true."
Woman: "Um... That's okay. No problem."
Hag looked over at me, and I glared back at her.
When the meals arrived, Hag and Cow set about their dinner, discussing other things but always turning back to the terrible service. Finally they began discussing whether or not to leave a tip.
Hag: "I wouldn't leave a tip for this. Would you?"
Cow: "Maybe a dollar but I don't think I will."
Hag: "This was terrible service."
Cow: "She was rude."
At this point, Hag wandered off to the bathroom.
My cousin and I received our bill, which came to $50.18. We put together $62, and when the waitress returned, I stood, handed it to her and said, loudly enough for everyone in the dining room to hear:
"Here you go. It was great, and those people over there said they weren't going to leave you a tip so we made sure to. Thanks!"
Then I looked over to Cow, who glowered back, and said with a great big smile and a jaunty little waggle of the fingers toward her, "And you have a special evening now! Bye bye!"
As we were leaving, the waitress called out, "See you next week!" and out the door we went.
My only regret is that I don't feel the tip was large enough. We should have left one to cover Hag and Cow's, also.
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