7/23/2005
I am sitting at a table in a sidewalk cafe in a city. I do not know which city. I have a menu and have read it. I know what I want and am ready to order.
The waitress is slow in coming. I am not in a rush but I believe that she is taking too long. I read a book and watch the people passing on the street while I wait to give my order.
I have given my order and am waiting for my meal to arrive. It is taking a very long time. Everyone who has come after me has already been served. I am annoyed but don't feel like making a scene.
While I wait for my food I decide to head down the block to a small sandwich shop where I know I can get a quick sandwich. I can eat it and be back before my meal arrives.
I am back from eating at the other restaurant. In addition to whatever I ate there, I purchased a bag of chocolate walnut biscotti which sits on the table. They sell the same biscotti here and I am concerned that they will try to charge me for them again.
I think about where I put the receipt but get to thinking about how long it has been since I placed my order. Convinced that they have forgotten about my order, I go in search of the waitress.
When I find her, she tells me that they don't have my order. I am confused and somewhat annoyed that they were just going to let me sit there forever without telling me that they had lost my order.
The waitress is slow in coming. I am not in a rush but I believe that she is taking too long. I read a book and watch the people passing on the street while I wait to give my order.
I have given my order and am waiting for my meal to arrive. It is taking a very long time. Everyone who has come after me has already been served. I am annoyed but don't feel like making a scene.
While I wait for my food I decide to head down the block to a small sandwich shop where I know I can get a quick sandwich. I can eat it and be back before my meal arrives.
I am back from eating at the other restaurant. In addition to whatever I ate there, I purchased a bag of chocolate walnut biscotti which sits on the table. They sell the same biscotti here and I am concerned that they will try to charge me for them again.
I think about where I put the receipt but get to thinking about how long it has been since I placed my order. Convinced that they have forgotten about my order, I go in search of the waitress.
When I find her, she tells me that they don't have my order. I am confused and somewhat annoyed that they were just going to let me sit there forever without telling me that they had lost my order.
posted by GFK at 6:52 AM
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