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sienamysticLast night Bemo and I went out to eat at what turned out to be an ok but way-overpriced restaurant. (They're trying to be upscale but they're serving good sauces over what at a guess was Sysco chicken pieces.)
Our waitress was young and very nice but also awkward in a way that made me think she hadn't been one long and was still getting her patter and timing down. No big deal.
She drops the check off and kind of lingers at the table, and as I open my wallet to get my credit card I spot the two dental insurance cards I had printed off for myself and Bemo earlier, and say out loud, "Oh, I should give these to you before I forget." I'm addressing Bemo - looking directly at him - but the waitress says "Oh, thank you! Oh, you mean..." and she sort of trails out and I chuckle and try to cover things by saying "No, haha, unless you want my dental insurance!"
And she says "Sure!" and plucks the insurance card from my hand, puts it into her apron pocket, and leaves.
Bemo and I stare at each other in mutual WTF. At first I decide to say nothing and just print myself a new card. That way I can pretend nothing at all happened, hahaha! But given that I don't know how sensitive the info on the card really is, I gird my loins and when she comes back I ask for the return of the insurance card. She gives it back, but with a puzzled "Ok, weird customer, whatever, I guess" expression.
We leave the restaurant and now I can never return.
As my sister put it, if it had been on a sitcom I might have had to change the channel.
Our waitress was young and very nice but also awkward in a way that made me think she hadn't been one long and was still getting her patter and timing down. No big deal.
She drops the check off and kind of lingers at the table, and as I open my wallet to get my credit card I spot the two dental insurance cards I had printed off for myself and Bemo earlier, and say out loud, "Oh, I should give these to you before I forget." I'm addressing Bemo - looking directly at him - but the waitress says "Oh, thank you! Oh, you mean..." and she sort of trails out and I chuckle and try to cover things by saying "No, haha, unless you want my dental insurance!"
And she says "Sure!" and plucks the insurance card from my hand, puts it into her apron pocket, and leaves.
Bemo and I stare at each other in mutual WTF. At first I decide to say nothing and just print myself a new card. That way I can pretend nothing at all happened, hahaha! But given that I don't know how sensitive the info on the card really is, I gird my loins and when she comes back I ask for the return of the insurance card. She gives it back, but with a puzzled "Ok, weird customer, whatever, I guess" expression.
We leave the restaurant and now I can never return.
As my sister put it, if it had been on a sitcom I might have had to change the channel.