First, there was a problem with her table as she said it wouldn't stop moving (No shit, Sherlock. You're drunk.). Regardless of no one else being able to ascertain the unasked for motions of the table, the waitress dutifully stuck several pieces of paper underneath every single foot of the table, and placated the lady with some more ice, and several "yes ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am".
Soon there was another problem with the lady not receiving her food before the waitress had made it to the kitchen with her order. We all (me and two other drinkers internet users) got to be the audience for the "sahvice heah is just awfally sloah" followed by inadvertently comic eye rolls many times over. Once she finally received her sandwich and fries, that she had for some reason ordered to go, she considered it one more point on her list of complaints that the waitress had not thought to give her a salt container or a knife and fork with the meal. The waitress looked just a little baffled as she was trying to explain to the lady that the restaurant doesn't really do take-aways and that they don't have any disposable cutlery.
While the poor waitress was off somewhere rounding up something for the woman to eat her sandwich and fries with (since eating a sandwich and fries with your hands is like eating soup with a pencil), the lady decided she needed to tinkle. She got a dirty and crumpled tissue out of her purse to cover her bottle and glass (WTF?), and left the room. Upon her wobbly return she stopped at the first table, that looked similar to the table she had been occupying (we are in a generic hotel bar after all), and stared at a bowl of leftover salad in disbelief. You could almost see her brain painfully trying to figure out what had happened to her alcohol, and had she really ordered salad and no alcohol (How could this happen?), until she was escorted to her actual table by another waitress, whose service was also "dradhfally sloah".
Since the original waitress still wasn't back with anything for the lady to eat with, she proceeded to make a phone call with her cellular - a very LOUD call - which established the person on the other end as a deaf cousin, her as an expatriate, and that the restaurant where she was sitting had awful service. While still on the phone, she got up, went to the table she had previously been staring at, carried the leftover salad to her table and started eating it, with her fingers. At this point the waitress reappeared. The look on her face was one that so encompasses the sentiment of 'WTF' that it should be included in the Wikipedia entry for it. I'm working on this.
This got me to thinking of several (more or less alcohol-related) things, but a definite to do right away was the following list, since there is certainly something worth learning from this situation.
- 'tablescore' (Thanks Kelly - see previous comments)
- only know how to say give and do in several foreign languages
- insist that the table is moving if you're not sure your head is completely still
- use dirty tissues to cover food
- call deaf people if you want to stay incognito
- refer to native waitresses in a loud phone call or in general
- say stuff in French if you know the word in the language you are using
- not wash your hands, since you never know when you'll be eating with your hands
- drink at a bar where the toilet is only accessible by stairs
- abuse the help, because they'll just spit in your coffee/ cider
But we all knew the last one already.
On a totally different note and while I bang my head on my lap top for taking away the last feasible use for all of the dirty tissues in my purse, go see what my and VEG's thieving ways have gotten us into, at Siamese twins joined by the ocean. Thanks julochka and Tangobaby!