Surprised Waitress

[Please refer to this post for part one of my dinner outing Saturday night.]


Eventually, it was decided, among the three of us in our little party, that, indeed, we had paid the price (for two hours) for our lack of weservation, that in fact it was Our Turn to be seated at a table and that we had no other recourse but to intimidate Drill Sargent Hostess into seating us. We had the support of our fellow comrade waiters (we're planning a reunion at the KC Hall next year). One among our small group (there were 3 of us) was elected to act as the intimidator--and it wasn't me yay!

When DSH came back, we were ready.


DSH
DO YOU HAS WESERVATION?


Intimidator
We're on the list.

The Rest of Us
(Looking appropriately menacing.)


DSH
DO YOU HAS WESERVATION?


Intimidator
We're NEXT on the list.


DSH
DO YOU HAS WES...


Intimidator
Lady? We're gonna need to be seated. Now.


DSH
You sit at bar?


Intimidator
Whatever.


We were in. Oh happy day! We followed DSH toward the bar, and what to our wondering eyes appeared on the journey?

EMPTY TABLES. Empty tables everywhere.

The bar, however, jam packed.


DSH lead us to the farthest, darkest most claustrophobic corner of the bar where there were two tiny empty seats. Um, yah, that wasn't going to work since there were three of us. The four of us stared at each other dumbfounded. This seemed to be the end of the line for DSH. I gestured toward the nearest empty table.

"How about, oh I don't know, this empty table?" I suggested.

And the problem with that table, according DSH, was that it hadn't been wiped off. Like we cared! Finally! A table! We sat down and began massaging away our leg cramps.

Our waitress, clearly surprised (<---hint: key word) to see us at the table showed up a few minutes later.

Surprised Waitress
Can I take your order?

ME
Can we have menus?

SW
(looking surprised)
You need menus?

ME
Well, that would sure make it easier for us to decide what we'd like to order.

It was a suprising evening all around for our waitress. She was surprised to learn that we needed those little square bowls so we could mix dipping sauce for our sushi. She was shocked, shocked to learn that we needed some sort of extra plates so we didn't have to eat straight off the serving trays. She seemed perplexed when we asked for the check.

Finally? (And granted? We were a downright confusing group) We asked for to-go boxes.

SW
Boxes?

ME
You know, boxes?

SW
(looking surprised)
What sized boxes would you like?

ME
(exchanging disbelieving looks with my cohorts)
Aren't you the expert on that?

STEPHANIE
(Taking over and speaking slowly)
Okay, we need boxes? The boxes would be (slowly passing her hands over the leftover sushi) for this food. This food right here. Okay? We want to take it home.

SW
Big boxes or little boxes?

And there I'll finally draw the curtain on our evening out. Because I'm just tired all over again. Eventually, we got boxes.

On the plus side? The food was delicious! We LOVE sushi!

Obviously.