Okay....so heres what happened. I left the office at 5 yesterday (actually on time) and headed home. I stopped and did my errands that I needed to do, and got home around 6 or so. I fed all 6 hungry lions, fed the fish, and took Bjourne out. I got him ready, and I changed and I went for my afternoon walk/jog.
My best friend calls me and asks me to go to dinner with her, and things have been kind of tense at home with my husbands grandmama being in the hospital, so I really needed a relaxing evening. I called him (he had class last night) and told him I was going out, and he would have to fend for himself for one night of dinner.
He got home just as I was headed out of the house, which was around 8. I was pretty casually dressed...flip-flops, jeans, and a pink aeropostle shirt, with a light jacket. Carla shows up...wearing almost the exact same thing, except the colors were different, and we shared a laugh....we have the same taste in clothes, and always have managed to coordinate by accident.
We drove over to a mexican restaurant thats about 30 minutes away. By the time we got there, we were really mellowed out. They werent busy, and we got a younger male waiter who started off the night teasing that we couldnt have the margaritas we ordered because we werent old enough. We laughed it off, and kept on gossiping and catching up, talking about past times...and 20 minutes goes by and we dont have our drinks, we dont have the chips and salsa, and we're like ok....here comes our drinks...my frozen margarita, was, well, not frozen
I didnt care...I just wanted the drink. We ordered and he brings out our food a little while later. He was a terrible waiter! He yelled across the foyer at us, instead of coming to the table. Now, Carla and I are good tippers. We worked food service, and we know how frustrating it is, so we are pretty easy on servers, but this was ridiculous!
So, I finished eating...I was relaxed, and she and were chatting, and here comes the waiter....sliding into the booth next me...grabs my hand, which I quickly yanked away, and starts whispering in my ear!!!!!!!! Carlas face was the perfect picture of shock, and I am sure mine mirrored it. He was close enough, he could have probably smelled the pineapple lipgloss I just put on.
He is complaining about the people in the table behind us coming in at closing everytime and then fussing about everything so that they can get their meal free. And hes almost on my lap. So, I very calmly said (because I was extremely flabergasted, not to mention a little embarrassed.) "Dude. I have a personal bubble that you just popped." So, he got up out of the booth, fussing how when he worked in boston, he always got tipped, but since he came to virginia, he never got tipped. I am thinking...let me give you a tip...my husband gets a little jealous....jealousy leads to injury. Not to mention to the fact that have a pretty prodominant wedding set on my left hand. So, I just wanted to get out of there, fast. Well, Carla, was too busy laughing. Shes like "he is all about you." Umm...no. I am married...sometimes not happily married, but married just the same, and the good times far outweigh any rough spots. She teased me all the way home. She even told my mother when I stopped by to pick some things for there on the way to my house. I told my husband before she could embellish anything to him...and he grounded me. Yeah, like he can do that!
He said I am not allowed to hang out with Carla anymore!
But it wasnt anything I did. I didnt dress provocatively or anything...I had the buzz off look from the beginning...I wasnt acting available...he just really liked me, I guess.
My husband said I should have complained to the manager, and caused a scene. What was I supposed to do?? Shove him out of the booth? I was embarrased, the other patrons were kind of glaring at me....like "you restaurant hussy"....but I was innocent. I didnt do anything.
Should I have complained to the manager? I mean, yes, I was uncomfortable with it, and I usually am much more temperamental, but I was tired, and just wanted to go home and enjoy my night. He was a terrible server to begin with, not just because of that....and thats why he isnt getting tipped...not because hes in another state. Of course, we left him a tip, we never dont leave a tip...but my husband really thinks I should have complained to the manager. I dont. I didnt care about it. But its definitely too late now, because I dont even remember his name!
But I can tell you...I wont go there without my husband, anymore!
My best friend calls me and asks me to go to dinner with her, and things have been kind of tense at home with my husbands grandmama being in the hospital, so I really needed a relaxing evening. I called him (he had class last night) and told him I was going out, and he would have to fend for himself for one night of dinner.
He got home just as I was headed out of the house, which was around 8. I was pretty casually dressed...flip-flops, jeans, and a pink aeropostle shirt, with a light jacket. Carla shows up...wearing almost the exact same thing, except the colors were different, and we shared a laugh....we have the same taste in clothes, and always have managed to coordinate by accident.
We drove over to a mexican restaurant thats about 30 minutes away. By the time we got there, we were really mellowed out. They werent busy, and we got a younger male waiter who started off the night teasing that we couldnt have the margaritas we ordered because we werent old enough. We laughed it off, and kept on gossiping and catching up, talking about past times...and 20 minutes goes by and we dont have our drinks, we dont have the chips and salsa, and we're like ok....here comes our drinks...my frozen margarita, was, well, not frozen
So, I finished eating...I was relaxed, and she and were chatting, and here comes the waiter....sliding into the booth next me...grabs my hand, which I quickly yanked away, and starts whispering in my ear!!!!!!!! Carlas face was the perfect picture of shock, and I am sure mine mirrored it. He was close enough, he could have probably smelled the pineapple lipgloss I just put on.
But it wasnt anything I did. I didnt dress provocatively or anything...I had the buzz off look from the beginning...I wasnt acting available...he just really liked me, I guess.
My husband said I should have complained to the manager, and caused a scene. What was I supposed to do?? Shove him out of the booth? I was embarrased, the other patrons were kind of glaring at me....like "you restaurant hussy"....but I was innocent. I didnt do anything.
Should I have complained to the manager? I mean, yes, I was uncomfortable with it, and I usually am much more temperamental, but I was tired, and just wanted to go home and enjoy my night. He was a terrible server to begin with, not just because of that....and thats why he isnt getting tipped...not because hes in another state. Of course, we left him a tip, we never dont leave a tip...but my husband really thinks I should have complained to the manager. I dont. I didnt care about it. But its definitely too late now, because I dont even remember his name!
But I can tell you...I wont go there without my husband, anymore!
