I Take No S***, So Here You’ll Sit
My wife and I are “senior citizens”; in other words, we are OLD. My dear wife is a strong, independent, take-no-s***-from-anyone type of woman. I adore her for it! She keeps me in line, pushes me to be a better man, and is the reason behind my (modest) success in life. She is sarcastic, is wicked smart, can cuss like a sailor, and as she gets older, her filter is practically non-existent!
A few months ago, we decided to treat ourselves. We made reservations and went to a rather high-end restaurant. They had a maître de, sommeliers, highly trained waitstaff, etc. My wife, even though she is in her seventies, has very little grey hair and can pass for fifty-five. She was wearing a very pretty white, lacy blouse, very flattering black pants, and black flats. She looked GOOD!
When we arrived, there was no line surprisingly, and the maître de had apparently stepped away from the podium where he stands. We waited there; my wife was right next to the podium, and I had sat down at one of the benches provided by the entrance. Another couple came in. Without missing a beat, the man walked up to the podium and addressed my wife.
Man: “[Man’s Last Name] — we have reservations for two.”
Wife: “I’m sure someone will be with you shortly.”
The woman huffed a little.
Man: “Please seat us now!”
Wife: “I don’t work here; I’m waiting to be seated.”
Man: “Seat us now!”
Wife: “Right away. Walk this way.”
They followed my wife as she walked around the partition separating the entrance to the dining area, circled around to the other end, and led them back to the entrance. She pointed to the bench.
Wife: “SIT DOWN!”
The man looked like he was going to blow a gasket.
Wife: “I don’t work here, you moron. You wanted me to seat you, so sit the eff down!”
As the couple were sputtering, and before it could escalate future, the maître de arrived, we gave our name, and he led us away.
There was no yelling and no threats of police. We had a wonderful meal. The other couple was several tables away from us. We didn’t interact again with them, but they did shoot us dirty looks now and then.