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Originally posted by AllenInWV:
Wednesday I had the weirdest take out experience, ever. LOL I called ahead to make sure this Chinese restaurant was doing carry out, then went to pick up my date for the evening. Once I had ascertained that she did like Chinese, I called back and placed my order. The woman gave me my total and said "Call back when you get here."

So I pulled into the parking lot 10 minutes later and called.

"Hey, this is Allen. I ordered some take out?"
"You here?"
"Yes ma'am, I'm in the silver Jeep by the light pole."
"You see the table by the front door?"
"Uhhh…yes ma'am."
"You go to table, there is a bowl. Put your credit card or cash in the bowl, then get back in car. We come get payment, then bring you your food. Once we get inside, you get out of your car and get your food. You understand?"
"Yes ma'am."

I felt like I should have had a sniper team watching over me.

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Originally posted by Bassamatic:
Kind of a restaurant story, sort of.

My mother died back in the 70's. Dad remarried his neighbor about five years later. That was the most ornery, cantankerous woman I have ever been around. At first we would all go out to dinner but that did not last long. She bitched about everything. Of course, the poor waitress took the brunt of her anger so we finally just told dad we would no longer go out to dinner with them.

That marriage was a roller coaster ride like I have never seen. It lasted about ten years and after they finally split for good dad came to visit us here in Missouri. He and I were sitting out on the deck one evening and I looked over at him and asked him what he had learned from his experience, if anything.

He took a sip of his beer, looked at me and said..."never marry a woman who is mean to your waitress." We toasted to that.

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Originally posted by tatortodd:
February 13, 2011 (it's a Sunday)

I'm living in Alaska and managing an oil & gas project. My main consultant has an employee flying in from the Lower 48 for other business and they want me to consider him for an upcoming phase of the project. He is landing on a Sunday afternoon so they set up a dinner that night at the only 5-star restaurant in Alaska.

The restaurant was packed due to Valentine's Day being the next day (Monday) and so our table of 4 was 6" from a table of 2. I'm telling a funny story, and notice my associates were no longer listening because they're staring at the woman at the next table (seated next to me). I look over just as she passed out face first in her plate of food.

She woke up and puked in her hair so I'm scooting my chair like madman thinking projectile vomiting is next. The woman's date is nonchalantly acting like nothing is going on and continues to eat his meal unphased. My business associate that set up the dinner knows the owner of the restaurant (as well as the owner's parents and siblings) so the owner comes over to our table to figure out what is happening. The owner's primary concern seems to be this screwing up the dinner service of a very busy night so my table is the one who calls 911 (i.e. not the restaurant or the woman's date).

The EMTs arrive and takeover our table for their gear. The EMTs load her up on the stretcher, but the restaurant won't let her date leave without paying for their dinner. We also had to pay full price for our partially eaten dinner that the EMTs ruined.

Prior to the EMTs arriving, she told us that she ate the same thing at the same restaurant a few weeks prior (i.e. unlikely an allergic reaction). We were betting on either a stroke or her date mistimed the ruffie he slipped her. I'm leaning towards the later because the next weekend my business associate saw the same guy dining with a different woman.

I never dined at that restaurant again.

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Originally posted by NK402:
Quick one, then I have more later. Was in a local bar and grill with a buddy. Young waitress takes our order. We both ordered drafts and I added, "Don't bring me one of those big ones. They get warm before I finish them. Bring me a 16oz draft." As she turned to leave, she said, "We only have pints. Is that okay?"