Go to your favorite restaurant on a Saturday night. Have the Hostess tell you, “Follow me” but then get distracted before she points you to your table, walks away, and disappears. You then pick a table at random.
After ten minutes, hunt down a waiter to ask “Who is waiting on this table?” He doesn’t know, asks around, and disappears. He walks by fifteen minutes later to mumble, “You still don’t have waters yet?” As he serves his diners their entrees.
Waitress then makes an appearance at your table. She asks for drink orders (two waters), she asks, “With lemon?” Sure, whatever’s easier. Before she leaves, place your food order, as you’ve now had 30 minutes to decide, and you might not see her for a while. 😳
Fifteen minutes later, waitress emerges with a tray of drinks, including waters. You get hopeful, as you would like something at this point. She distributes the drinks, but alas, the tray is empty before she reaches your table. But she does stop by to ask, “What did you order to drink again? Oh yeah, water.”
She returns ten minutes later with another tray, and brings out waters. She belts out, “I’m so sorry, I forgot your lemon.” You hold the glass firmly in your hand. I will not relinquish this water, you say to yourself.
Waitress then goes to next table, holding the tray askew and dumps the water on the elderly gentleman, his wife, and her purse. You hold your water glass even tighter. Thank God it wasn’t me, you tell yourself.
Well, zero calories so far. The bread comes to the table, but who wants it?
Entree finally arrives. It’s cold; it’s obvious it’s been sitting in the window for a while.You dare not complain or send it back. That can only be trouble.
Meanwhile, purse lady is complaing to the owner that this waitress dumped water. And they waited 20 minutes for silverware. And her brand new purse is ruined. And they still don’t have their meals.
You look at the two tables behind purse lady and notice that these folks have been there at least 30 minutes and just got their waters.
So you only eat half your entree, don’t even ask for a doggie bag, because that could take another 30 minutes and you would like to go watch a movie before bedtime.
Many less calories are consumed in this scenario.
Now I know that not everyone is cut out to be a waitress. I attempted it for several months as a teenager, and I was awful. It’s not for everyone. I hope this young girl finds her calling.
What is your worst restaurant experience?