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| - I don't get. I entered the restaurant, complied with restaurant etiquette, waiting at the host station and no one came around. The 2 "Blue Moon" girls were doing their thing, looked at me and turned away, talking to the woman bartender, who also looked at me and turned away. Finally I go to the he bar table, waited a few minutes in hopes of getting the bartenders attention, still being ignored. Another woman customer approaches the bar and the bartender assists her, now I'm peeved. The bartender, still ignoring me, walks to the host station, does something, so I contacted her. Here's where it got interesting.
I asked her if I looked like a customer, "Yes you do " she replied. So I asked, "why are you ignoring me then?" She said that she hadn't ignored me and that the other woman needed help so she assisted her, with that little smug tone mean spirited people get who won't admit they're mean, but have to drive home that they're right and you're an ass, whole basically admitting she had ignored me by helping the other woman 1st.
I got a little peterved here and asked, "little smart a**, call you're manager." "I am the manager," with that little smile and a tone of satisfaction. I mean, after all, she won. So I walked out and ate else where.
I'm a theoat cancer patient with a hole, or a "stoma," allowing me to breathe and talk. It's something I had no choice on getting, something about living or dieing, and have been the brunt of jokes, or just meanness. But I wonder if this is what happened today. What else could it be? I mean, I'm no Brad Pitt, but I'm no Dennis either, (can't say the last name because he's a friend and don't want to upset him, but believe me, he's the ugliest man I've ever seen), and didn't deserve the meanness of this woman. Shame on you.
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