Didn’t Make It Through Entree Level

, , , , | Right | April 12, 2019

(I’m the dummy here. It’s been a very long, stressful, busy week for me, so my husband suggests we go out to dinner. While he’s off in the bathroom, the server comes by with plates. I am still feeling “not there” and kind of out of it mentally, dwelling on work and the week.)

Server: “And here are your entrees.”

Me: “Oh, we didn’t order any.”

Server: “Pardon?”

Me: “Those aren’t ours. That’s not what we ordered.”

Server: “Oh, I apologize. What did you order?”

Me: *rattles off both orders: two ENTREE pasta dishes* “But we didn’t order any entree. I’m sorry.”

(The server pauses, looks at what he is carrying — which is EXACTLY what I just said — and then looks at me, in what is in hindsight a very clear “Are you dumb or are you just f****** with me right now?” look. Just then my husband comes back.)

Husband: “Something wrong?”

Me: “No, just a mix-up. He brought us entrees, but we ordered pasta. We… didn’t… order…”

Husband: *seeing it dawning on my face* “Oh, honey.”

(I was so embarrassed and apologized for my brain fart, but the server took it like a champ and said he completely understood and had been there himself more than once. He definitely got a bigger than normal tip for his understanding and putting up with me.)

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