Don’t Discount The Waitress

(My dad and I are out to dinner at a pub, where we have one waitress for ordering while other people bring the food. We order two burgers. Almost 40 minutes go by.)

Dad: “Look, we should get our waitress.”

Me: “Yeah, this is taking way too long.”

(Our main waitress comes by, and we don’t even have to say anything; she stares at our table in shock.)

Waitress: “They haven’t brought you your food yet? That’s ridiculous. I’ll go talk to the cooks.”

(She leaves and comes back with a long-suffering look on her face.)

Waitress: “So, you’re not going to believe this. Apparently they messed up the order of another table, and since their order was similar to yours, they went ahead and gave that table your food.”

Me: “What? Are you serious?”

Waitress: “Right? I handed them your ticket, and they just laughed. So I told them, ‘This isn’t funny. They’ve been sitting there for a long time waiting for just two burgers.’ So hopefully they will bring out your food soon. I’m going to get you guys a discount.”

(The burgers finally arrive, and are quite delicious. The waitress returns with our check.)

Waitress: “So they finally came!”

Me: “Yeah, they were really good. Thanks.”

Waitress: “Yeah, except the timing. So I got you $10 off. He almost only gave you $5 off, but I said, ‘Dude, no way. Take off more.'”

Me: “Dad, please give her an amazing tip.”