PPreu
01-25-2011, 11:43 AM
I am a humorist, finding humor in most things known to mankind. Yes, it was I who giggled at a friend�s funeral. So with that being said, humor me.
One evening my wife and I took our 27 year old daughter and her friend to a Hops Restaurant in Ocala. Now I liked Hops, a lot, then they closed and now I know why.
We ordered a round of four delightful micro brews. Here in horse country they named these dark roasted beers Hammerhead Red. Coincidentally, in New England, a noted seafood lovers paradise, this very same beer was called Thoroughbred Red. The things that make you go �hmmmmm�.
Meanwhile, back to the event! The server (I guess it�s a faux pas to call her a waitress) brings all four at once, an admirable feat were it not coupled with what followed. As she delivered glass #3 to the table, she knocked over the remaining goblet, directly in to my daughter�s friend�s lap.
These weren�t the cutesy little 12 oz mugs, oh no, these babies were the monsters of the midway, 23 oz of amber liquid, that gravity forced on to her lap.
We�re all easy going people, each of us having been a �server� at one time or another. After the initial shock wore off, apologies rendered and the required dabbing of the poor victim�s lap, the server offered to replenish said drink, to which the now beer-soaked young lady replied, �no thanks, I�ll just have a water�.
Interestingly, at the time, we never saw our server again, instead she was replaced by another server.
The rest of the meal was uneventful, sort of.
When the bill came, I noted the four beers were on there. I inquired to our new server who shrugged and said �you had those before I became your server.� I, of course, explained what happened and she said I�d have to take it up with the manager. I then asked to see him and was told he had left for the night. I asked to see our original server, and was told she left with the manager. Really? I mean REALLY? �Well who�s in charge?�, said the now increasingly agitated customer! My server just shrugged. (shrugging is apparently a new wave communication that I�ve yet to master.)
I mean the bill was amplified only by the cost of the beer, $3.50, so it wasn�t such a financial burden, unlike my daughter! I was once the manager of a restaurant, and, frankly, we would have probably comped the entire table, but in any case, the victim�s dinner and dry cleaning bill.
Firing off a letter to corporate really worked, they went out of business two weeks later. I like to think I was the catalyst for that but alas, I just miss my Hammerhead/Thoroughbred Red.
One evening my wife and I took our 27 year old daughter and her friend to a Hops Restaurant in Ocala. Now I liked Hops, a lot, then they closed and now I know why.
We ordered a round of four delightful micro brews. Here in horse country they named these dark roasted beers Hammerhead Red. Coincidentally, in New England, a noted seafood lovers paradise, this very same beer was called Thoroughbred Red. The things that make you go �hmmmmm�.
Meanwhile, back to the event! The server (I guess it�s a faux pas to call her a waitress) brings all four at once, an admirable feat were it not coupled with what followed. As she delivered glass #3 to the table, she knocked over the remaining goblet, directly in to my daughter�s friend�s lap.
These weren�t the cutesy little 12 oz mugs, oh no, these babies were the monsters of the midway, 23 oz of amber liquid, that gravity forced on to her lap.
We�re all easy going people, each of us having been a �server� at one time or another. After the initial shock wore off, apologies rendered and the required dabbing of the poor victim�s lap, the server offered to replenish said drink, to which the now beer-soaked young lady replied, �no thanks, I�ll just have a water�.
Interestingly, at the time, we never saw our server again, instead she was replaced by another server.
The rest of the meal was uneventful, sort of.
When the bill came, I noted the four beers were on there. I inquired to our new server who shrugged and said �you had those before I became your server.� I, of course, explained what happened and she said I�d have to take it up with the manager. I then asked to see him and was told he had left for the night. I asked to see our original server, and was told she left with the manager. Really? I mean REALLY? �Well who�s in charge?�, said the now increasingly agitated customer! My server just shrugged. (shrugging is apparently a new wave communication that I�ve yet to master.)
I mean the bill was amplified only by the cost of the beer, $3.50, so it wasn�t such a financial burden, unlike my daughter! I was once the manager of a restaurant, and, frankly, we would have probably comped the entire table, but in any case, the victim�s dinner and dry cleaning bill.
Firing off a letter to corporate really worked, they went out of business two weeks later. I like to think I was the catalyst for that but alas, I just miss my Hammerhead/Thoroughbred Red.