So I swapped an hour with my weekend co-worker so I could get off at seven last night. I exit the building to be greeted by Kristin. Chad, Keara, Drew and Ben are in Ben’s jeep. Called Texas Roadhouse and they told Chad it was a 75 min wait. I suggested some comparable places since Chad wanted ribs. I suggested Logan’s or Damons. They chose the latter. I used to eat there all the time, but after our experience I quickly learned why they weren’t as busy as other establishments. Everyone that ordered a steak received a cold chewy piece of meat. Chad and I both had cold ribs. And our server had no clue what order what at any point in the meal, not to mention when forgetting our drinks would tell us that they were really busy at the bar when we could see from where we were sitting that the bar was only half full and the two girls working it were standing and talking. We eat what we could swallow and played the trivia game. I became rather disgusted, so when our waitress was taking all our plates off, I politely asked if she could take Kristin’s steak off our ticket (she had only ate two small bites and gave me a sample also), because it was cold and chewy when she received it. She said she would go get the manager. Some almost 20 mins later she shows up with all our tickets and says the manager removed 9 dollars from each of our meals. So say the least I was glad they did something, but none the less disappointed. That will by my last dining experience there.

I was determined, even though I was somewhat exhausted, that we were still going to have a good time. So as a group we decided on bowling next. We drove to the closest bowling alley, Cardinal lanes, where the guy told us it would be an hour to an hour and a half before we could get a lane. We said adios and drove across town to the other bowling lanes (which in my past experiences was the nicer, cleaner, and had half way normal people working there). We go in and notice it is pretty packed with every lane taken. I go to the counter where this scrawny older trashy looking woman is standing with a notepad. The first page was filled with name, the first half scribbled out. I gave her my name and she wrote it down on the second page. She told me no one had waited longer than 15 mins so far. I am then thing hey that will be good. So 45 mins later I walk up there, patiently wait for her to wait on ever tom, dick, and harry that walked up. And politely asked how long it would be for us. She said she didn’t have my name on the paper. I told her I watched her write it down on the second sheet, all the while she is trying to shove the paper in my face to show me. She says, “This is the second sheet, see..” and pulls the first sheet out of the garbage to show me. I tell her again that I watched her right it down towards the top of the second sheet that she had completely scribble over to the point of illegibility by now. Then she decides to tell me she sort of remember someone telling her that name. I am ready to scream at this point. So she writes my name in after the next name listed. I just shake my head and walk away to tell the others and see if they still wanted to stay and bowl. Finally she calls my name next. I was going to suggest a free pair of shoes at the counter, but she did apologize after she angrily told me what lane we were on like we were a nuisance and I replied, “WE NEED SOME SHOES!” and stared at her like she was stupid.

Some people just need to get buy a clue.

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