It's Not WHAT You Know, It's WHO You Sit Next To

Two kids off to camp yesterday and one still in school leaves the house relatively empty. (my apologies to Ace, the new driver in training).

To mark this momentous occasion, Lovey and I decided to do the counter intuitive thing, and go out.

We decided that we didn't want to spend any money, so we went to a place where we had a gift certificate. We checked the menu, and decide to stay. They have a lovely dining room, but outside seating as well. As the weather was perfect for siting outside, we chose to sit there.

After they bring us the bread and water, eventually they take our order. I wash. So does Lovey. We nibble the bread, we nibble more bread, we finish the bread. We wait. We watch other diners come and sit. We start a conversation with a friendly couple on the next table. We wait. We see other diners get drinks, condiments, bread, water, some meals. We wait.

You would think that a hard nosed litigator might actually get up and say something, however, the night was lovely, we had no place to go, the remaining child at home was babysitting, and most importantly, I am a wimp when it comes to asserting myself for myself.

We mentioned to the couple next to us that we seemed to be waiting for a while. Then the waiter started coming out and giving us funny looks. Then the manager. Finally, the manager comes over to us and the couple next to us and apologizes profusely that there was a glitch in the computer and the outside orders were not getting through to the kitchen. I was willing to go with this. However, are fellow diners felt that something should be done, so they suggested that at least there should be complimentary wine. The manager agreed, but as I didn't need to drink, we opted for dessert instead. When it came time for dessert, our neighbors again reminded the waiter that it should be complimentary. Which it was, and delicious.

We asked the couple what they do. Turns out they are both lawyers.