On May 31, I turned 31. Last year's birthday was not so great. Not what we actually did but just the fact that I rolled over to a new decade. In fact, Rob decided we would start counting backwards so actually this year, I turned 28 for the 2nd time. Next year, I'll be 27! lol
Rob said it was my day and we could do whatever I wanted. Since we were in a brand new house in a brand new area, I wanted to go shopping. I had a long list of things we "needed" (AKA wanted) for the house. Rob hates going shopping unless we're going to Bass Pro or REI but he hung in there like a real trooper while I dragged him all over northeast Georgia.
That night we had been planning to go to Dave & Buster's. We have always lived at least two hours away from one so it was nice that there is finally one just down the road from our new house. I love their blackened chicken alfredo and we both love to play the games. Rob loves the video games more and I like seeing how many tickets I can rack up in a night. I'm definitely competitive and not a very good loser either!
We went into the restaurant and ordered our drinks. Just about the time, he was finished taking our food order, the waiter dumped an entire glass of tea in my lap. I was absolutely drenched. I had on jeans so I had no hope of soaking it up with the one towel he brought to the table. My shirt was sopping wet as well. I headed to the bathroom praying they would have a hand dryer but no luck.
I went back to the table and sat there miserable. So Rob went to tell the host that we were leaving to buy me something else to wear and would be back. At this point, not one person had apologized for drenching me in tea. And they all knew it was my birthday.
We went to a nearby store and I picked out an outfit quicker than I ever have in my life. Rob paid for it and then brought it back to me in the dressing room to put on. Once that was situated, we headed back to the restaurant.
As soon as we sat down, they brought our order out and it was obvious it had been sitting for a while. Pasta is just not that great when its lukewarm. But given their total lack of concern over dumping tea in my lap, I doubted they would care the food wasn't hot so we didn't even say anything. We paid the bill (the full bill, no discount at all!) and for the first time ever, didn't leave the waiter a tip. I always tip something even if the service was lousy. But being that he never did apologize, he didn't get one.
Rob begged me not to let it ruin the rest of the night. So we went out to play the games. I beat him in basketball twice - which never happens. So I think he may of been letting me win! Whatever works - I needed something to go right at that point!
The next day, I hand wrote a two page letter to the Dave and Buster's headquarters and dropped it in the mail. Whether we hear back from them will determine whether we ever go back there again. Hopefully, I will at least finally get an apology!