Not Ever Working, Part 12

| Working | January 31, 2013

(I’m out with two of my friends celebrating Friend #1’s birthday. When we arrive at the restaurant, there are three other tables filled. We wait 10 minutes to be seated.)

Waitress: “Drinks?”

Friend #1: “I’ll have a rum and coke.”

Friend #2: “Me too!”

Me: “I’m driving, so just a coke is good, thanks.”

(The waitress leaves and we chat for a bit, and after 20 minutes we start looking around for our waitress. We spot her sitting behind the bar playing on her phone and finally manage to wave her over.)

Waitress: “What?”

Friend #2: “Could we get our drinks, please?”

Waitress: “GOD, you’re so impatient! These things take time, you know!”

(She then storms off before we can tell her we’d like to order. At this point we’re getting irritated but decide to have Friend #1 open her presents. After another 15 minutes of being ignored, we have decided it’s time to give up and go elsewhere. As we’re getting up to leave, the waitress comes back.)

Waitress: “So what, you’re not eating?”

Friend #2: *jaw drops*

Friend #1: “You’re kidding, right?!”

Me: “We were ready to eat 45 minutes ago, but you’ve been avoiding our table all evening, so now we’re leaving.”

Waitress: “Well… I’m the only one here! What am I supposed to do?”

Me: “I dunno, maybe do your job and make sure the couple of tables you have are served?”

Waitress: “Wait! You can’t leave! You have to pay for your drinks!”

Friend #1: “You mean our invisible, imaginary drinks we never got? Yeah, screw you.”

(We ended up going elsewhere where the service was MUCH better. Friend #1 ended up having a really good time for her birthday, but all three of us made sure to call in the next morning to report our experience the prior evening. Never saw that waitress there again.)


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