Did I deserve that? I feel like I did.
Last night Jason and I decided to go to B'dubs for dinner. It's only a mile or so from our apartment. Everything was going normally. I was sipping my tea as we were waiting on our food while having a normal conversation. I noticed our waitress standing behind Jason about 8 feet away or so. For reasons unknown, she hastily stopped what she was doing and looked towards me with a really angry expression. Disgust may be a better word for it but my ability to read people these days has declined.
My initial thought was that I said something during my conversation with Jason that may have translated to something else offensive in her ear shot. The Jets were playing the Patriots so sports bars are always just loud enough for those sort of things to happen. She came by and asked "what's the problem?" I looked at her confused and said "there is none, but I would like a Miller Light if it isn't too much trouble".
She disappeared for a while, about 15 minutes pass, the next thing I know she is standing in front of me, with my beer and she slams it on the table just hard enough for 1/3 of the beer to splash out of the glass and onto my food and anything occupying my space. She missed my clothes by a hair but a little still got on me. She even tilted the glass a bit. It was like in a movie as if she was deliberately trying to spill it on me. She didn't trip, she didn't even apologize right away. I just sat there dumbfounded and didn't know how to respond to what just happened. Jason looked at me and said "That was totally on purpose" at the same time I was thinking it. After a few seconds she said "oops, oh I'm so sorry, did it get on you?" She checked and seemed a bit disappointed that the whole thing didn't spill on me. She barely cleaned it up enough to keep her job but she didn't replace my beer OR my food and I had no way of proving it was on purpose.
We left without giving her any tip. It was far too obvious she meant to spill it on me. I was too dumbfounded to say anything or I would have done something about it right then. I think I will call the manager today and tell them what happened. I doubt it will solve anything but I need to for my own sense of justice. The sad thing? Why did I feel like I did something to deserve it? I know I didn't but I -feel- like I did. I guess that is an issue within that is far deeper that I was aware of.
My initial thought was that I said something during my conversation with Jason that may have translated to something else offensive in her ear shot. The Jets were playing the Patriots so sports bars are always just loud enough for those sort of things to happen. She came by and asked "what's the problem?" I looked at her confused and said "there is none, but I would like a Miller Light if it isn't too much trouble".
She disappeared for a while, about 15 minutes pass, the next thing I know she is standing in front of me, with my beer and she slams it on the table just hard enough for 1/3 of the beer to splash out of the glass and onto my food and anything occupying my space. She missed my clothes by a hair but a little still got on me. She even tilted the glass a bit. It was like in a movie as if she was deliberately trying to spill it on me. She didn't trip, she didn't even apologize right away. I just sat there dumbfounded and didn't know how to respond to what just happened. Jason looked at me and said "That was totally on purpose" at the same time I was thinking it. After a few seconds she said "oops, oh I'm so sorry, did it get on you?" She checked and seemed a bit disappointed that the whole thing didn't spill on me. She barely cleaned it up enough to keep her job but she didn't replace my beer OR my food and I had no way of proving it was on purpose.
We left without giving her any tip. It was far too obvious she meant to spill it on me. I was too dumbfounded to say anything or I would have done something about it right then. I think I will call the manager today and tell them what happened. I doubt it will solve anything but I need to for my own sense of justice. The sad thing? Why did I feel like I did something to deserve it? I know I didn't but I -feel- like I did. I guess that is an issue within that is far deeper that I was aware of.