A Half-Baked Excuse

| Working | July 13, 2013

(My husband, two young daughters, and I are at a fairly nice sit-down restaurant.)

Me: “My daughter would like the [meal], and can she get a baked potato instead of the fries, please?”

Waitress: “No.”

Me: “…No? Why? Are you out of baked potatoes?”

Waitress: “No, but we’ve only got a few, and we’re saving them for the adult customers. Kids prefer fries anyway.”

Me: “She loves baked potatoes! Are you seriously not going to let her have one?”

Waitress: “Nope!”

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