Just tell them. "Look, I'm eating, everything is fine, please leave me alone. If there's a problem, I will wave my hands in the air in an angry manner and then you can come over and ask what's wrong."
I've had that happen before, but I make it a point not to eat out too much. I'd rather just make something at home, so at least I don't have to deal with seeing people, hearing kids cry, hearing people bitch about their order, sub-standard, garbage, shit music being pumped through the speaker system, and the problem of deciding what I want from a menu consisting of 500 items. Also, eating out is too damned expensive now.
A bowl of cream of broccoli soup, a cheese omelet with home fries, and a soda used to run me about 5.50. Now, it's like 9 fucking dollars, not including tip.
And, I like my home fries burned, okay. I want them charred to a crisp, where I have to scrape them off the plate. That's how I like them. But, they either tell me that the cook doesn't want to clean the grill, or they just give them to me raw and don't give a shit.
Fuck restaurants.
I've had that happen before, but I make it a point not to eat out too much. I'd rather just make something at home, so at least I don't have to deal with seeing people, hearing kids cry, hearing people bitch about their order, sub-standard, garbage, shit music being pumped through the speaker system, and the problem of deciding what I want from a menu consisting of 500 items. Also, eating out is too damned expensive now.
A bowl of cream of broccoli soup, a cheese omelet with home fries, and a soda used to run me about 5.50. Now, it's like 9 fucking dollars, not including tip.
And, I like my home fries burned, okay. I want them charred to a crisp, where I have to scrape them off the plate. That's how I like them. But, they either tell me that the cook doesn't want to clean the grill, or they just give them to me raw and don't give a shit.
Fuck restaurants.
