Making Certain Allowances For Age
(I’m at a restaurant with my mother picking up a to-go order, when I reach for my wallet to pay.)
Waiter: *turns to my mom* “Is she paying with her allowance?”
Me: “No— I… How old are you?”
Waiter: *offended* “I’m thirty-four.”
Mom: “How old does she look?”
Waiter: “Older than sixteen.”
Me: “I’m twenty four.”
(He apologized profusely. And said one day I’d appreciate looking so young. This happens all the time.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
