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Saturday, May 2, 2009

Unbelievable

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I took the kids out to lunch today as we ran errands. Our waitress was about 18-19 years old, tongue pierced, LOTS of black eye liner, and VERY pregnant. (I'm not judging, these are just the facts, ma'am.)

She took our order very quickly and brought our food out in no time. The kids quickly ate their lunch. I started to eat my chicken quesadilla but I just couldn't do it. It was bad. You have to really mess up my order to get me to send it back. And this? Was just gross. So I pushed my plate to the side of the table and waited. And waited. Fast forward about 30 minutes...no waitress. No employees whatsoever. It was like a deserted island in there. Us and another couple looking very thirsty with their empty glasses.

I stood up and walked around a bit. Nobody. I would never leave a restaurant without paying, but I will admit, the thought crossed my mind.

I finally found someone and asked her to take my meal off the bill and that we were ready to go. No problem. About 5 minutes later, our waitress came up and asked, "Is everything okay?" The girl had mascara and eye liner down to her chin and bright red eyes. I told her my meal wasn't edible but that someone was taking care of it. She burst into tears, SAT DOWN AT OUR BOOTH, and explained that her mom had just called her and she hadn't talk to her mom in like 6 months and she was so upset she had to go out and smoke a cigarette.

*Did I mention that she was pregnant?*

I tried to hide my horror and explained that everything was fine and that it wasn't her fault that the food was bad. She then said, "I'll let you in on a little secret. The next time you order the quesadilla, ask for nacho cheese on it." Um, yeah. I don't think so. And I 'm pretty sure there won't be a "next time." But thanks for the advice.

As I was fuming patiently waiting for someone to help us, I had already made up my mind that I wasn't leaving a tip. Then the big, pregnant, teenager cried at our booth.

I ended up leaving her 30% and this written on the receipt, "Quit smoking. Your baby will thank you."

How's that for a tip?

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