Dine and Dash

What She Wore: red pajama pants, white USA tee. I’m just feeling off today–like I’m about to get sick or something. I just don’t feel like doing anything.

What She Ate: Honestly, not much today. A ham and cheese po boy that the Hub brought by because I wasn’t feeling well.

I already told you that last night we went to a Mexican restaurant, but I didn’t get to tell you about my experience.

We like this place and I’m a Mexican-food fiend, so we’re in there pretty often. We went in and there was seating by the bar immediately. We knew the deal–the bartender is your waiter, so the service is a little slower, but he only had one couple at the bar, so we figured it wouldn’t be too bad.

The waiter came and we gave our full order–drinks and dinner. He brought us copious amounts of salsa and little carafes for our drinks, so we’d have enough of everything in case he got busy.

Well, boy did he get busy!

After we finished eating, we started waiting for the check.

And waiting.

And waiting.

I decided that it would be funny to count the pennies in my purse. I’m kind of ADD, so I thought it would pass the time, and I figured if they saw us counting change they might come over and give us the bill.

I was wrong. There were 92 pennies in my purse.

Finally, we wrote a check for a round number and left. They don’t take personal checks, but we couldn’t leave the baby with my MIL forever.

I left them the pennies too.

Was that wrong?

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Comments

  1. What was wrong was leaving you two in limbo. I wouldn’t have had the patience to count out 92 pennies. But I really REALLY like that you left the pennies. Great move! I doubt a customer will be forgotten anytime soon.

  2. We had a similar experience in Ct at a pizza place, except the food was bad, the server wasn’t the bartender, and we never got a bill either. I waited about 15 minutes, then went to the counter to pay and no one came up after another 5-10 minutes. I left $20 cash on the desk and left.

  3. Brynne Olivia says:

    Haha! That’s too funny. I do that too, actually, (admittedly) with the servers at Sonic sometimes. Like, whenever I have a bunch of random spare change to get rid of, I’ll order a drink and then just, dump all my change with the waitress. Except the quarters. I keep those. :)

  4. Madame, you seem to be a smartass with flair. Welcome to my blogroll and thanks for your comments earlier. Yes it’s pejorative. Also totally appropriate. Today has kicked my butt and I’m glad for the grins you provided both here and at my blog. I’ve been cruising your blog too — I’m just gonna go ahead and assume that you’re not actually located in Afghanistan, what with fab Mexican food and all, but you seriously crack me up.

    Hugs to your little dumpling. He looks like his neck needs nibbling. ;o)

  5. Loving the way the house is looking. (And i love the original KM painting AND the pretty picture headlining your blog) Can’t wait to- eventually- see it for real. Meting with the VP of that company on Tuesday. Goal is to be home fr good within 2-3 years. Give me time! Love and miss y’all!

  6. You were so right. I would have done the same thing, and then called the management in the morning to explain. That is just plain rude! There is just no excuse these days for poor customer service.

    Hey go check out my entry today. It might make you really angry!

  7. Good move–they can track you down if it’s that big of a deal.

  8. I say, you gotta do what you gotta do, eh?

    I reckon you’ll know next time you go whether it was wrong or not by how they greet you at the door! LOL.