Tiger tiger, not so bright after all
Last night I met up with silkyfish, absolutescarlet and three other lovelies at Tiger Tiger in Picadilly Circus. We had a fantastic meal.
Two of our gathering had to head off early to the cinema. We got the bill, they paid me their share then disappeared off into the night.
At this point, the waitress came back and gave us a new bill, which contained in addition the drink which one of the absent guests had ordered from the bar and which she, the waitress, had missed from the bill.
She insisted that we pay, despite the absence of the offender and our tearful pleas (it was more about the principal than the money). We bitched for about 5 minutes. Then, eventually, we agreed to pay for the £2.50 drink, and asked her to remove the optional £8 service charge.
Doh.
Two of our gathering had to head off early to the cinema. We got the bill, they paid me their share then disappeared off into the night.
At this point, the waitress came back and gave us a new bill, which contained in addition the drink which one of the absent guests had ordered from the bar and which she, the waitress, had missed from the bill.
She insisted that we pay, despite the absence of the offender and our tearful pleas (it was more about the principal than the money). We bitched for about 5 minutes. Then, eventually, we agreed to pay for the £2.50 drink, and asked her to remove the optional £8 service charge.
Doh.