After my blazingly talented Tumorless Sister’s wonderful Christmas concert last night, my kind and generous Other Sister took us all out to eat at a lovely restaurant we’d all been to before and really enjoyed.
A good time was had by all, even me; that’s saying a lot when you’re sitting in a fancy restaurant soaking wet because a waiter spilled a tray of ice water and cubes down your back. It wasn’t his fault; it was only water; it was no big deal and I hope the manager didn’t lace him down. Accidents happen.
My underwear and the lining of my coat were still wet hours later when I got home, even after a few hours of shopping and a two-hour drive. I think probably the freezing weather helped preserve the moisture.
Maybe it’s just me, but if I managed a fancy expensive restaurant, and an employee drenched a customer with a waterfall of ice water and cubes, I’d offer that customer a discount of some kind, even if the customer was gracious and laughing about it. (after the initial shock wore off; that was SOME KIND OF COLD, I’m tellin’ y’all.) (I couldn’t even talk for a few minutes!)
Not this restaurant. Full price for everybody at the table.
Next time we’re all together, we’ll go someplace else.
Mamacita, Scheiss Weekly