Things you normally don't ask your waitress to do

There's a reason why we don't take my brother anywhere. ;)

After church today, my parents, brother, nieces and I went to lunch. We veered from our normal Mexican food place for lunch (that we go to after church with some friends) because service got so bad, and like Uncle Si, we decided that we all needed to bring our own gallon of tea with us because we had to collectively do the wave to get the waiter's attention and get a refill.

Evidently, we should have done the same today. Of the 6 of us, three got water and the other three got unsweet tea. Dad and Brian complained about the tea not tasting right. Mom suggested it was possibly the water, but Paige and I thought the water tasted like water.

"It tastes like sink water," both girls asserted.

I believe most people call it tap water, but I would agree.

A few minutes later, the waitress comes by to check on us. My brother is nothing if not blunt and to the point.

"What's wrong with the tea?" he snarkily asked.

Well, Brian, you are the one drinking it. You might be able to describe it better. Mom again mentions the water, but the water is still not bad.

The waitress is caught a little off guard, but not as much as she was when Brian told her to taste it as she started collecting Brian, Dad and Peyton's glasses to get them something else.

At first the waitress didn't know what to do. She moves the straw out of the way, tells my dad, "I'm going to pour this out anyway when I'm done," then takes a drink.

She immediately understood what they were saying. She gathered the staff in the back and told them there was indeed something wrong with that tea. A few minutes later, she was back with freshly brewed tea.

The whole thing is really not about bad tea, but the spot the waitress was put in. I sure wouldn't have expected her to drink out of a customer's glass. I wouldn't. Paige and I were entertained at the look on her face after the request tough. Paige and I don't think this situation was discussed in waitress training.

I think the moral of the story for next Sunday is the Si Robertson theory... BYOT

Ironically, Brian was in a rush as always and I was all about taking a nap afterwards.


Thomas said…
It's been a really long time since I've made a comment.
P.S.: I forgot what I was going to say in my comment but still wanted to make a comment. I read your blog all the time.

Audra Jennings said…
I think you just might be my most loyal reader Thomas!