It takes a lot to make me mad, Espino's did just that.
It takes a lot for me to get mad enough about something to write an angry email or letter but last night pushed me just far enough.
I went to Espino’s, a Mexican restaurant in St. Louis, with several friends. Four of us arrived at the same time and we put our name in for a table. One hostess told us our party would have to be complete before we could be seated but gave us a pager anyway. We waited for about 15 minutes and our pager went off. We gave it to one of the hosts and he showed us to our table. Just as we were putting in our drink order another hostess huffed over to our table and demanded to know if our party was complete. We had just called the missing couple and confirmed they were just moments away - we explained this to the hostess. She rudely insisted we get up and give up our table because there were other parties that had all their members present. The waiter, ashamed, commiserated with us and noted that he too thought it was rude and unacceptable.
We got up and she gave us another pager. After a quick conference among my friends I returned the pager and informed the hostess we no longer wished to dine there, and as we left saw her seat a party of two at our table set for six.
Last night I was enraged, I played the situation over and over in my mind - imagining I had told the hostess off instead of sitting there dumbfounded that we were getting kicked off our table.
I decided to cool off overnight before taking any action.
I have never been so embarrassed or rudely treated at a restaurant. I will never eat there again and I am sending a polite, but firm letter to the restaurant manager about our evening.
Message: Hey, it’s Erin - call me back ASAP, I have a funny story to tell you.
Immediate phone call.
Me: “Hey - what’s up? Tell me this story.”
Erin: “Ok, so, I got your husband a gift card today for Christmas. It had a little light up button on it and as I was walking out of the store I was playing with it.”
It’s important to note here how much my sister loves shiny things and little lights - a lot.
Erin: “I got kind of distracted playing with it and clicked the unlock button on the car keys. I heard the car unlock and climbed in the driver’s seat. I looked down and noticed Sarah’s iPod Touch was in her car. I thought that she had sold it but I figured I just remembered wrong. Then I looked at the dashboard of the car and thought it looked a little different but I was in Sarah’s car so I figured I just haven’t driven it enough. Then, I noticed the car smelled like cigarettes.”
Erin: “That’s when I realized I wasn’t in Sarah’s car. I was in someone else’s car.”
Me: “Oh Erin….hahahahaha”
Erin: “So I shimmied out of the stranger car and walked three more cars down to the correct car.”
Not like outrageous no pants in public crazy, just a little neurotic about random things.
Example #1 - Today I purchased a clothing item. When I got home I tried it and realized I would have been happier with a different size. I now feel hopelessly anxious about exchanging that item because 1. it was a bra and I’m worried they’ll have some weird policy about returning it even though all the tags are still on and 2. because there was only one left in the size I actually want.
Example #2 - Sometimes its so cold I’m afraid my contacts will freeze and unkowingly I’ll blink my eyes causing them to shatter and cut my eye.
I could go on but from experience I’ve learned to let the crazy out slowly. Consider this a sample of what’s to come.