Thursday, July 28, 2011

Twilight Zone Dining

I went out to dinner with friends the other night.  The restaurant was having a training night for their staff so the entrées were half price.  Pretty sweet deal.  Our reservations were set for 6pm.

We arrived at the restaurant at 5:45pm, checked in with the hostess who informed our party it would be 10-15 minutes before they could seat us.  No problem.  We hung out on the plush furniture waiting for our table.  Plus, we kept giving various cocktails the “come hither” look.  The bar was within our reach.

Twenty minutes passed and the gentleman of our group was tasked with asking the hostess how much longer our wait would be.  He returned to the group of chattering girls and announced that he had bad news and good news.

The bad news was that our table would not be ready for another 10-15 minutes. 

The good news was that TIME HAD STOOD STILL!  Amazing.


Gator said...

You are a bigger (morally superior being) than I.

F all that jazz. My evening would have read: Gator arrives famished. Gator gulps multiple cocktails and gets more impatient and dangerously hungry because, against her better judgment she did NOT eat a pre-dinner snack. Hostest looses an am. Party is seated ;) How was the cuisine? Worth the wait?

Gator said...

*arm. Or a morning.. It's whatev.