After my Grandma’s funeral there was a formal get together at a restaurant, I’m not sure what it was officially called, a reception maybe.
My cousin ordered a certain brand of beer and the waitress misheard her, I spoke to correct her and she snapped at me to “wait my turn”. I was in mourning and I am not a child and I was your CUSTOMER you unprofessional piece of crap. I regret not chewing her out.
I was never more disgusted in a restaurant, the one that reeked of burnt cheese and garlic and the MacDonalds with the clogged toilet are second and third.
I was thinking that the most disgusting experience in a restaurant wasn’t really those above instances I cited. It was when I was in a Florida Burger King when an old battleaxe bitch came in and start verbally attacking the young female manager. I was in the middle of eating my meal with my father when I (and the whole restaurant) heard this vicious assault. I started shaking with rage, because it reminded me of a certain person you know going after another certain person. It was like a war flashback...
My father nearly had to restrain me at the table, because I wanted to lay the old bitch out. I finally got up after she stormed out and went over to check on the manager and reassured her that she shouldn’t have to put up with that crap. I told her (loudly so that the whole restaurant could hear), “That’s what happens when you don’t get LAID for 50 years.” That got a big laugh out of her. Too bad for me, she was cute and I’d have asked her out, had I not been down in Florida and on my way out of town (but that’s the kind of luck that I have, as you well know). :-\