Unfiltered Story #289087

I’m about to retire. To celebrate, I made a reservation for my wife and myself at an expensive, upscale restaurant in town. A few weeks later, I get a phone call:

Manager: May I speak to [My Name]?

Me: Speaking.

Manager: Hi, this is [Manager] at [Restaurant].

Me: Oh, hi! What’s up?

Manager: I see you have a reservation with us for [Date]. I’m calling to tell you that the restaurant will be closed that night, so we have to cancel your reservation.

Me: Ah, let me guess, the restaurant is being rented for a private party?

Manager: That’s right. But since we know you’re a regular, we’d like to buy you dinner.

Me: I’m going to have to correct you, here. There’s more than one [My Name] living in this area, and as far as I can remember, we’ve never been to [Restaurant].

Manager: Oh. (*extremely* brief pause) Well, we’d like to buy you dinner anyway.

Me: That’s . . . really generous of you. Thank you. How about the next night, same time?

Manager: Done! I’ve made the new reservation. And thank you for being so flexible. See you then!

I plan to leave a very large tip, and if the food lives up to its reputation, and matches the service, this will become our new favorite celebration restaurant.