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At least our server remembered to bring dressings with the salad. When Bob ordered a banana split for dessert, what arrived was a sliced banana with three scoops of ice cream. "Hey," he shouted at the server, "the menu says it's supposed to come with pineapple, chocolate and strawberry sauces."
The server looked in disbelief at the laminated dessert menu Bob held in front of her, then returned with three little dishes of the ice cream sauces and nary an apology. The manager never looked up from the table she was busily swabbing clean.
I couldn't wait to pay the bill and get out. For the first time in my life, I was actually glad to be sent to bed without dinner.