Tuesday, October 18, 2011

To Calm This Raging Beast

I am a grouch in the mornings, when I don't eat and during that time of the month. I don't deny I also get whiny and snarky too.

So today I had a pretty good morning.. migraine pain at an all time low than it has been. I went to town today to do some errands and get something to eat.

We go to the only restaurant in town that still allows smoking and usually the service is mediocre at best. I know all my Riverton readers know exactly where and I bet will commiserate with me when I say that some of the waitresses need to bring their A game. Anyway so we were seated, Cody was seriously nice and always is, tells us the special and told us our waitress would be with us momentarily.

Now usually that means within a couple minutes one of the waitresses assigned to that area will be right there.. Not today. We sat there for 5 mins which is longer than usual. We didn't have silverware, ashtray or drinks in front of us. Was half tempted to get up and leave when low and behold our waitress shows up.

By this point my sugar level was dangerously low and that migraine I had managed to keep at a low was starting to surge forward and make me into a raging bitch; I bit my tongue. We ordered our drinks and she didn't bring silverware to stir the coffee with or an ashtray.

We watched where she went which was a hidey hole up next to the cook station where another waitress was draped across the bar at the front of the restaurant talking to some old man flashing her cleavage. I began to bring the snark.

I think this "little"* waitress knew I was getting pissy because she finally shows up 10 mins later to ask us our order. Joe ordered a Centennial which is eggs, ham and holandaise sauce over hash browns. I ordered a Chicken Cordon Blue with shoestring fries (like the ones at McDonald's) and a side of cottage cheese. So I know that it takes time to get the food ready. No problem but Joe needed a refill on his coffee because when she came to fill our order she brought the ashtray but NOT silverware which we asked another waitress to get. So she was gone again.

(*meaning high school or just graduated high school waitress)

Finally our food gets there, Joe orders a Large glass of milk and wants a refill of his coffee. I am just fine now that the food is here. Not even a 1/3 into our food and he still doesn't have his milk.. he contemplates going up and having words with her. When I spot her she has a small PINK glass of milk for him and manages to at the last second grab the coffee carafe to fill his coffee. She said and I quote: "I forgot what size milk you wanted and almost forgot your coffee. Those girls are distracting." trying to play it off that it was someone else's fault.

All I could do was keep my eyes averted lest  I drill or burn holes into her because the service she provided was seriously shitty.

We finish and had been talking back an forth, I was being snarky. I guess it didn't go away once I ate like I thought. She brings the tab. Joe looks at it and she didn't charge for a large milk. Aww ain't she sweet I managed to sugar coat the sarcasm.

We leave the table and go pay for our meals. The routine question was Did we find everything to our liking and how was everything. We said the service sucked and explained what happened. We got a discount and we tipped the cooks. Because the food was excellent. She didn't get a tip.

Kinda sucks huh sweetheart when all you would rather do is hide and giggle with the other waitresses WHO have jobs to do.

In the end I got ice cream which is a surefire way to calm the raging beast within.

P.S. if I were a critic of restaurants that place would have gotten a D. The only good things about it were the Host, The cashier and the cooks. 


wagthedad said...

Wow. Sucky service. Maybe quit smoking and go to a place with better service? I dunno. I hate the waiting around, too. Usually I just get up and attempt to serve myself, which makes them either call the police and serve me faster.

what I really hate, though, is this shit where they try to sell you shit (credit card, membership card, life insurance policy) AFTER giving you horrible service.

THEN I want to say "Um, yeah, I'm going to give you my private financial information right now, seeing that you aren't capable of bringing me that coffee I fucking asked for FIVE times."

Lilscorpiosweetie said...

Awww.. and yes I am happy.. Glad to see you back on my blog.

Anyway that did just want to make me smoke but as a non-smoker sitting in the smoking section I really did feel like lighting one up and ashing all over the table or at least in the central part of the table where its noticeable. Then I could be "You know it was your fault for forgetting the ashtray dumbass".

But as a non smoker with a boyfriend who is trying to be a non smoker too that would be defeating the purpose just a little.

Anyway How is the no smoking coming?