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My daughter is turning 8 next Friday, and because we'll be camping out that weekend, we decided to take her out to our favorite Japanese restaurant for her birthday dinner tonight. Our daughter has wanted lobster for her birthday since she was 4 and tonight we tell her she can have it for dinner. So anyway, we go in and get seated at one of the grill tables next to another couple (the grill tables seat 8 or 9 at a time). They seemed friendly enough (at first), and we were looking forward to a nice dinner with some nice conversation.
The waitress came by and we all placed our orders. The lady (of the couple) seemed impressed by our daughter ordering lobster, and after a few repetitions of "Wow. Lobster. Wow.", it became apparent that the saké that the two of them ordered was not her first drink of the night.
The waitress brought out our soup, as they usually do, and after a few minutes passed, she brought out our salads. That's when the suckiness started.
Now when I say a few minutes, I don't mean 2 or 3 minutes later. My wife and I had both finished with *our* soups, but since she was talking with her friend (and occasionally mentioning lobster), she hadn't bothered to even start her soup. So when the poor waitress tried to serve the salad, she was met with a loud "NO! I'm not ready for that yet. I haven't finished my soup." from the drunk lady. And when she attempted to serve my wife's salad, another, even louder, "NO! We're not ready for that!!" was heard. And when I say (type, whatever) loud, I mean heads at the other end of the building were turning. The waitress responded with a timid "Ma'am, may I at least serve her (my wife's) salad; she's done with her soup?" This earned her a sort of dismissive wave. Around this time, my wife took my daughter to the restroom to give her a little talking to about trying to ignore the drunk.
While they're gone, the poor guy is trying to calm down the drunk lady so as not to create an even bigger scene. After a few more minutes, the waitress attempted to serve them their salads again. She failed. "NO!!! I told you we're not ready for that yet!!" "Well, ma'am, the chef is almost ready to come out to cook your dinner." "Well, then I'll have to take the salad AFTER dinner then!" The waitress gave the guy his salad and left. He then made the mistake of starting to eat it. "(The loudest)NO!!!! Are you going to leave me to eat my salad after the dinner by myself?!?!?" At that point, he got up, got with the waitress and got their check. Apparently, he had had enough of her embarrassing herself and him, and just wanted to get out of there.
Of course, that didn't work. She decided that they were going to stay. Then she started bitching about how they're trying to rush her through her dinner, and why can't they wait until she's ready, and so on and so forth. Of course, during all this, her soup went untouched. But when the bitching started including 4-letter words, my wife got up and got us moved to another table. My daughter doesn't need to hear that sort of language. And, amusingly enough, when we left, she seemed to finally notice what kind of an ass she was being, because she got up, walked over to the bar, sat down, and started sulking there. Her companion, who like I said seemed to be a pretty nice guy, appeared to be utterly mortified by her behavior. He was spending a lot of time trying to get her to call down and act like a normal person.
Myself? I was amused by her antics. Since absolutely none of it was directed at my family, I was going to just sit it out and see how it would have turned out, and having a talk with my daughter on how alcohol can make people act like idiots and what not. I was also thinking to myself, "I can't wait to get home and post this."
Anyway, the guy sent the waitress over with an apology and some story about she was his aunt-in-law and her mother had just died (or something of the sort). Of course, that doesn't excuse her behavior. I know I didn't act like that when my father died. The waitress also said that when she told the manager what was going on, he was trying to decide whether to eject her or move us, but since we asked to be moved, and the guy was trying his best to get her out of there, he was spared from making that decision.
Anyway, to make a long story short (TOO LATE!), my daughter had a nice birthday dinner and an object lesson on avoiding alcohol. And the waitress got an extra 5% added on to her tip for handling everything so professionally.
--Dave
The waitress came by and we all placed our orders. The lady (of the couple) seemed impressed by our daughter ordering lobster, and after a few repetitions of "Wow. Lobster. Wow.", it became apparent that the saké that the two of them ordered was not her first drink of the night.
The waitress brought out our soup, as they usually do, and after a few minutes passed, she brought out our salads. That's when the suckiness started.
Now when I say a few minutes, I don't mean 2 or 3 minutes later. My wife and I had both finished with *our* soups, but since she was talking with her friend (and occasionally mentioning lobster), she hadn't bothered to even start her soup. So when the poor waitress tried to serve the salad, she was met with a loud "NO! I'm not ready for that yet. I haven't finished my soup." from the drunk lady. And when she attempted to serve my wife's salad, another, even louder, "NO! We're not ready for that!!" was heard. And when I say (type, whatever) loud, I mean heads at the other end of the building were turning. The waitress responded with a timid "Ma'am, may I at least serve her (my wife's) salad; she's done with her soup?" This earned her a sort of dismissive wave. Around this time, my wife took my daughter to the restroom to give her a little talking to about trying to ignore the drunk.
While they're gone, the poor guy is trying to calm down the drunk lady so as not to create an even bigger scene. After a few more minutes, the waitress attempted to serve them their salads again. She failed. "NO!!! I told you we're not ready for that yet!!" "Well, ma'am, the chef is almost ready to come out to cook your dinner." "Well, then I'll have to take the salad AFTER dinner then!" The waitress gave the guy his salad and left. He then made the mistake of starting to eat it. "(The loudest)NO!!!! Are you going to leave me to eat my salad after the dinner by myself?!?!?" At that point, he got up, got with the waitress and got their check. Apparently, he had had enough of her embarrassing herself and him, and just wanted to get out of there.
Of course, that didn't work. She decided that they were going to stay. Then she started bitching about how they're trying to rush her through her dinner, and why can't they wait until she's ready, and so on and so forth. Of course, during all this, her soup went untouched. But when the bitching started including 4-letter words, my wife got up and got us moved to another table. My daughter doesn't need to hear that sort of language. And, amusingly enough, when we left, she seemed to finally notice what kind of an ass she was being, because she got up, walked over to the bar, sat down, and started sulking there. Her companion, who like I said seemed to be a pretty nice guy, appeared to be utterly mortified by her behavior. He was spending a lot of time trying to get her to call down and act like a normal person.
Myself? I was amused by her antics. Since absolutely none of it was directed at my family, I was going to just sit it out and see how it would have turned out, and having a talk with my daughter on how alcohol can make people act like idiots and what not. I was also thinking to myself, "I can't wait to get home and post this."
Anyway, the guy sent the waitress over with an apology and some story about she was his aunt-in-law and her mother had just died (or something of the sort). Of course, that doesn't excuse her behavior. I know I didn't act like that when my father died. The waitress also said that when she told the manager what was going on, he was trying to decide whether to eject her or move us, but since we asked to be moved, and the guy was trying his best to get her out of there, he was spared from making that decision.
Anyway, to make a long story short (TOO LATE!), my daughter had a nice birthday dinner and an object lesson on avoiding alcohol. And the waitress got an extra 5% added on to her tip for handling everything so professionally.
--Dave
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