Boneless Wings and a Spineless Customer

Like most Americans, I enjoy going out to eat.  I love being able to sit at booth (always a booth.  For some reason I'm not a big fan of tables.  Just thought I'd throw that fact out there), sip a cold beverage, and be waited on hand and foot.  I make sure that when my waiter or waitress comes around to take my order, I am both courteous and respectful.  I've been a waitress before, so I know what it's like to have rude customers.  That's how a person can end up with weird things in their food...so I've heard.

Anyway, I had the opportunity to go to one of my favorite local restaurants, The Chicken Coop!  I went with Dylan, Mollie, and her boyfriend, Greg.  We found a corner table and ordered our drinks.  While we waited for our waitress, the subjects of baseball, Alex Rodriguez, and "The Bachelor" were discussed.  Things were going swimmingly...until our waitress came back with our drinks and seemed in a hurry to get our orders taken.  It went something like this:

Greg:  "I'll take the Buck Nasty wings".

Waitress: (stunned look) "are you sure?"

Greg: (now confused and second guessing himself) "...uh, yeah..?!"

Dylan: "I'll also take the Buck Nasty wings".  

Waitress: (rolls her eyes and walks away)

...A-W-K-W-A-R-D

I think Dylan and I once had this waitress before.  I remember being scared of her for some reason.  I think it had something to do with her one grey tooth, the fact that she was/is a bit rough around the edges, and...oh yeah, she acted like she had the hots for Dylan.  So you can imagine my comfort level when we went to go home and she stared at me and said, "ummm, what's going on?  Are you going to take your food home with you or just keep talking?"  I smiled, threw my leftovers in the take home box that was provided, and never gave her a second look.

Our waitress did a number of other things last night (mostly saying rude things and being blatantly flirtatious towards Greg and Dylan.  I'm very secure in my marriage, but I did flash my wedding ring a few times and put my arm around Dylan at least twice when our waitress was around.  ha!)

We all left a short time later after leaving a generous tip (I was afraid she was going to hunt us down and beat us up if we didn't leave at least 25%).

Dylan and I will still venture to the Chicken Coop.  We will still sit at a corner table.  And we (I) will still cower in fear when that infamous waitress brings us (me) our drinks.