I’ve been going out to eat too much lately with my church membership class and my friends from High School. We’re working on getting to know each other in the church membership class and I’ve missed my friends from high school and relish the time I get to spend with them. If I had my own space in the world I’d probably have them over but we all know how that goes and it’s not worth parsing since I do not have my own space.
The drawback of going out to eat isn’t really the expense or the juggling of schedules or picking a restaurant – something I’m notoriously bad at and should never be allowed to do. The hard part is dealing with the server. I’d assume that in a down economy that servers would step up their game but by assuming I’ve made an ass out of myself. I wanted to avoid saying that but I really didn’t want the mass of lame comment from Grammar Queens and Blogging Divas about it. Servers have seemed to slip and slide right along with Wall Street. It’s entirely possible that the recipients of bogus bonuses are now waiting tables but that is also unlikely.
This all came to an inglorious head at margarita night at the Tumbleweed on the river when a lack of restraint almost caused me to share with the waiter that I’d prefer if he was seen and not heard. It had taken forever for our drinks and food to be ordered, much less arrive and I was at a point where as good a tipper as I may be that I might lose my patience. I have done many strange things to meet people and make friends. I’m taking a class to become a member at my church despite being commissioned into the synod and not needing to, I’ve taken part time jobs, and I’ve even taught dance lessons with Melissa. That having been considered I have a hard time figuring out why people who wait tables think that being clever and personable is going to somehow make up for the fact that it’s been forever and my food hasn’t come or they’ve dallied in asking me what I want.
I’m also annoyed at people who flirt with me – as if I am that stupid – or who flirt with any member of my harem traveling with me or one of my male friends and not me. Flirting is a lose-lose situation for you. If I can’t land any of the ladies in my company it can be absolutely certain that the recently released members of the actuarial department at AIG waiting tables at the establishments we slum through on our way to inebriated abandon aren’t going to either. It’s not like we go nice places; we’re drinking athletically and with purpose. While I’m a fan of Dr. Erin’s husband and I’d never break up their marriage I am also still smarting from her being romantically linked to Richard Cobb III instead of with me so I am definitely not going to lose her to some waiter. And for that matter, neither will her husband.
That is why I tried to stab you with my fork, that and trying to take my food away right after you brought it.
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