Thanks for ruining my appetite!

[Misanthropical]

I did joke later with Mr. Mis that if I wanted to hear disgusting things at breakfast I would ask the boys about their computer games, movies they watched or Robot Chicken.

[fma_fanatic]

Complete managerial fail. At least the DM had the sense to recognize this. Too bad they'll never know if the experience changed because you won't go back, but I don't blame you one bit. I wouldn't either if I was squicked out like that. Ugh.

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Anyplace else, somebody in authority would've told the two of them of shut up.

Graphic discussion of gruesome medical conditions is not appropriate anyplace. That especially goes for restaurants. It's bad for business if people are being put off their feed by folks bandying about their icky bodily problems.

Shit, I got squicked out when the old, slow guy who used to stop by the swamp three or more times a day just to talk to people, rolled up his shirt sleeves to reveal his flaking, peeling arms and announced "Know what this is? This is psoriasis!" Yes, lovely, roll your sleeves down already, people are staring.

Sounds like the waitress has no clue what is and isn't appropriate to talk about in the work setting, and management didn't want to be bothered.

[Misanthropical]

Complete managerial fail. At least the DM had the sense to recognize this. Too bad they'll never know if the experience changed because you won't go back, but I don't blame you one bit. I wouldn't either if I was squicked out like that. Ugh.

If the manager had just apologized for our experience we would have gone back, since we are pretty easy to please as customers but she acted like we were out of line for even bring up the fact that we were disgusted and nauseated.

I agree 100% with you, Irving I wouldn't dream of discussing my different surgeries in graphic details anywhere but my home.

[Mr Hero]

At least the waitress didn't ask if the other customer has seen Contact (cookies for reference!)

[gerund]

The thing that makes me want to heave is the old ladies standing in the supermarket discussing the graphic details of their latest operation. They stand across the aisle, blocking it and talk in an outside voice.

At least I can walk away from it, and now I wear noise cancelling headphones, so I don't have to listen to the "music" in the supermarket as well as the screaming kids, the screaming mothers and the loud announcements.

If I was eating breakfast and they kept discussing something like that, I would have made an extra effort to upset my stomach and somewhere hard to clean.

[wagegoth]

Mis, I think you handled it just fine. You tried to stop the waitress, you talked to the manager, what the heck else were you expected to reasonably do?

To me, it sounds as though the waitress was good friends with the couple, and also felt that she could do as she damned pleased at her job. The manager is probably buddies with the couple and the waitress, or the waitress is a bitch who runs the manager and/or the couple are big complainers. Who knows but they? And it doesn't matter anyway. You behaved beautifully. Now the manager and probably the waitress are on notice and on the area manager's radar. Stupid choices on their parts.

[Misanthropical]

gerund that is funny! It's not something I would do, but the thought of it made me smile.

wagegoth thank you. I don't raise my voice even when I'm highly upset but I always put my point across even if the other person doesn't want to hear it. Foolish people think because of my appearance and the fact that I don't raise my voice that I'm not that bright and a push over. They act shocked when proven wrong on all accounts. A friend of mine says that the fact that I don't raise my voice even when highly upset makes me very scary and add on the "mom" look (you know the look every mother gives her child when they are misbehaving and the mother wants them to stop) I can be downright evil. Mr. Mis never once raised his voice when we were there either. Mr. Mis and I try to handle any complaints we might have with class. There is no use in yelling and jump up and down about it, that only shuts the other person down so they don't hear what you have to say and makes the person doing it look foolish.

[Pixilated]

Where is this place?? I'd love to get a job where the manager says I am free to do as I please ... apparently including putting my job on hold so I can chat with my friends.

Gerund: I like your solution, but it has a problem: unless the person who has to clean up the mess is Sucky Server, it's penalizing some poor schmuck who did nothing to deserve it.

Of course, if you aim carefully, you could get both Sucky Server and the Gross Guest in your sights.

[PepperElf]

At least I can walk away from it, and now I wear noise cancelling headphones, so I don't have to listen to the "music" in the supermarket as well as the screaming kids, the screaming mothers and the loud announcements.

one of my neighbors, a very friendly & talkative Vietnam Vet does something similar when the kids at the commissary annoy him... he turns off his hearing aid and shops in silence.

[Sapphire Silk]

I swear, when I read the original story, I heard my mother's voice say, "Not at the dinner table."

Mom never permitted any kind of disgusting talk during meals. Silly me for thinking people still adhere to basic rules of politeness.