Yay for inventory at my store! And thank God I don't work tomorrow. Gonna sleep off this long shift.
That's why I'm up late tonight, and why it took so long to get this up.
This morning (yesterday morning, whatever), Kabe, myself, and my Maid of Honor met up to talk wedding stuff. Since we were meeting after church decide to have brunch at the local IHOP. Which is normally pretty decent, but today....we had issues.
Not Trying Hard Enough
Our waitress didn't come out for 10 minutes to get our drinks. Well enough, I guess, but it wasn't that busy. Only about half the restaurant was full. Getting refills...that didn't even really happen. She took our order, and came out once to tell us that it was cooking and would be out in a few more minutes. We were talking so again, not concerned, but it was a bit of a wait. However, when the food got out, my MoH had gotten french fries instead of onion rings. We were then told that they were "out of onion rings" so she had decided to give her french fries instead. Didn't come out to tell us this, didn't give her an option, just gave her french fries.
And I had blueberry sauce in my butter. It looked like the butter had molded. I'm still not sure how that happened. She fixed my plate, but didn't offer to get MoH anything else, so MoH said it would be fine.
We didn't see her again until she brought the check out...which we had planned on splitting. She brought one check, asked if everything was fine, and disappeared before we could actually answer.
Any surprise that we only gave a dollar tip each?
Trying Way Too Hard
Second issue happened on the way out. We go up to pay, and when asked how everything was, we say, "It was...okay." As in, it was meh. So the guy at the register, an older gentleman with insanely long and thick nails, asks what happened and we explain. He didn't offer any compensation or fixes, just said we could fill in the survey and tell what happened. He did, however, split our checks. My MoH takes care of hers, then I get mine.
As if fill in the tip and sign, he says, "That's a lovely dress."
"Thank you."
"It really accentuates your figure."
"...Thanks." I stand up at this point.
"And your posture really accentuates your tallness. It's very lovely."
"....um...there's lots of tall women in my family. Thank you." Flee! The three of us started laughing as soon as we got out.
We're betting the waitress was on something, but I have no idea what was going on with the guy!
That's why I'm up late tonight, and why it took so long to get this up.
This morning (yesterday morning, whatever), Kabe, myself, and my Maid of Honor met up to talk wedding stuff. Since we were meeting after church decide to have brunch at the local IHOP. Which is normally pretty decent, but today....we had issues.
Not Trying Hard Enough
Our waitress didn't come out for 10 minutes to get our drinks. Well enough, I guess, but it wasn't that busy. Only about half the restaurant was full. Getting refills...that didn't even really happen. She took our order, and came out once to tell us that it was cooking and would be out in a few more minutes. We were talking so again, not concerned, but it was a bit of a wait. However, when the food got out, my MoH had gotten french fries instead of onion rings. We were then told that they were "out of onion rings" so she had decided to give her french fries instead. Didn't come out to tell us this, didn't give her an option, just gave her french fries.
And I had blueberry sauce in my butter. It looked like the butter had molded. I'm still not sure how that happened. She fixed my plate, but didn't offer to get MoH anything else, so MoH said it would be fine.
We didn't see her again until she brought the check out...which we had planned on splitting. She brought one check, asked if everything was fine, and disappeared before we could actually answer.
Any surprise that we only gave a dollar tip each?
Trying Way Too Hard
Second issue happened on the way out. We go up to pay, and when asked how everything was, we say, "It was...okay." As in, it was meh. So the guy at the register, an older gentleman with insanely long and thick nails, asks what happened and we explain. He didn't offer any compensation or fixes, just said we could fill in the survey and tell what happened. He did, however, split our checks. My MoH takes care of hers, then I get mine.
As if fill in the tip and sign, he says, "That's a lovely dress."
"Thank you."
"It really accentuates your figure."
"...Thanks." I stand up at this point.
"And your posture really accentuates your tallness. It's very lovely."
"....um...there's lots of tall women in my family. Thank you." Flee! The three of us started laughing as soon as we got out.
We're betting the waitress was on something, but I have no idea what was going on with the guy!


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