Tuesday, January 18, 2005

We'd taken the kids to the gunshop...

to check out the really cool civil war era rifles, all banged & gouged up with history.

Afterwards, we went to a nearby burger & beer place, not so the kids could have beer, but so we all could have burgers. While waiting on line in the cafeteria-style ordering area, spouse saw a mouse run across the area toward the kitchen.

Of course.

The kids were whiny & hungry, else we'd have left then, but rush hour with hungry kids... I'd have fed them the freakin' rat to avoid that nightmare. Anyway I asked to see the manager. The place was not that busy, not at all crowded, more empty tables than occupied ones, but the manager still looked stressed & harried.

I told him the place was infested & politely suggested he comp our meals. He refused, but then relented & comped us the kids' food. Later as we sat in the unacceptably crumb filled dining area trying to rush the kids & encourage them not to touch anything but their food- just the meat, really, he came over with a contrite attitude & an apology & an appointment with the exterminator. And a certificate for spouse & I to come back for a burger & beer on the house.

As if.

3 Comments:

Blogger Christine said...

Oh, so you can come back and they can serve you the rat? Uh-huh. Ratburger. Yum.

Did you get a gift certificate/card? 'Cause if you did, you could always give it to someone that you're only "pretend-nice" to, like an obnoxious coworker. ;-)

6:09 PM  
Blogger Sara Thomas said...

Oooh- good idea!

I like the way you think.

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