James Sapara’s Personal Blog

So I’m at some grill place today getting some food. Two young ladies are before me in line. They’re picking what they want in their food. One seems to know the drill and quickly has her order on the the grill. The other seems to have some very strange questions… “Did the person who prepared this wash their hands?” (pointing to grated carrots), “Can I have one more slice of celery?”, “I don’t want that mushroom, it touched an onion.”, etc and so forth. It actually took 3 minutes to select from 8 things and get to the point of paying.

Oky, you would think thats the end. She tries to pay with a $100 bill, which doesn’t fly almost every these days. She tries to make a big fuss about it, but the lady calmly says she doesn’t have enough money to make change for a $100 bill. The lady goes on to say that she should be able to pay with any thing she wants. I was about to butt in and say, “Not really, Canadian law actually says… ” but she huffed and brought out a debit card. Yay, finally I’ll be one step closer to food… or will I?

She gets handed her receipt for the meal and the debit machine. She looks it over… crumples it up and throws it to the floor. I pay and sit down at a near by table to wait while my order is cooked up. The lady never really moved from being right in front of the cash register this whole time. She notices that I got a receipt and looks around briefly and says to the lady, “I didn’t get a receipt”. The lady looks around and asks, “Are you sure? I don’t see it anywhere.” This goes on for about 2 minutes. The service lady gives a really good and honest effort to look for the receipt. The lady gets more and more upset about not having a receipt for her $9 meal. I’m sitting there looking at the floor, then at the lady. Hoping that she’ll remember that she threw it to the ground. But no… she doesn’t… Instead she goes off about how she’s never coming back and that no business is allowed to operate without offering a receipt, etc, etc, etc…

Finally this crazy ladies food is done, but she’s too busy to acknowledge being handed her food and continues to belittle the poor lady behind the counter. After she finally finishes that she’s freaks out and says, “Where is my food anyways? I’ve been here forever!” The service lady says, “We handed it to you, you put it down right there.” (There being right in front of your bloody face). Fantastic, she makes a few snide comments about that too, then sits down at a table with her friend to eat. Ohh, but there’s more!

She comes back, “This isn’t mine”. The lady looks around… my stuff is on the grill. No one else is in the restaurant. Her friends meal is correct. So, who could be the true owner of the meal then? Why, her of course; but, she has forgotten in her rage what she ordered and now insists that hers had more carrots and less cabbage. Go figure eh? Obviously order was confused and she should make her a new one. So they do. I have the feeling they do so with the hopes she will just… go away. At least thats what I would do.