Why some restaurants and I don't get along

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  • Loved this story....I can so relate

    Just 2 weeks ago...my birthday...we went to a restaraunt at a casino (got freebie being a players club member)...it was a new restaraunt I was checking out the menu...mexican... I decided on a spinich and portabello mushroom enchilada dish...my husband ordered and I was still looking at the menu....the waiter said...believe me honey even those enchildas will fill YOU up its a LOT of food!!....I was so mad...totally uncalled for...jerk
  • Oh man!!!! That is so rude. As if you were looking for a side dish of steak, a whole chicken, two gallons of milk and an entire chocolate cake. Fools ...
  • I know i almost felt like ordering more just to spite him...i was actually looking for a dessert dish to share with dh for my bday...but didn't


    Finally found your lane bryant post....you are a great writer...you have a lot of talent. I don't know how many times I have gone into a teen store looking for my neice an outfit and been ignored or looked at in total disgust.
  • I can feel everyone's pain. After all my on and off dieting, I have a tiny stomach, and even half portion restaurant plates are too much. So I was at an Applebees once and ordered a water and a half salad, and the waitress smirked at me and said "I thought so" I was so amazed, how can you be that rude. I think everyone has had some experience with rude wait staff.
  • Quote: Do they deal with this issue during training at McD's? Do they teach them not to judge or comment on people's meal choices?

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    No they don't teach anything about judging other people's meal choices. Just how to run a register and cook burgers and wash dishes and do it fast!! I hated that job.

    Heck I have worked for two major retailers and neither one of them teach anything like that. Just provide excellent customer service. Guess they hope and prey that our parents taught us how to behave in public!!
  • Man, I guess I cursed myself by posting this topic.

    Yesterday my Mom and I went to lunch. The waiter sat us at a booth. My Mom got in first and, due to her just getting in the booth, the table moved. BIG DEAL. There was no other way for her, or any other person, to get in without moving the table. I guess the last person moved it after they got up. Anyway, I'm standing there while she adjusts the table. The waiter runs over to me and shouts, "These tables move, you know." Um ... thanks. Now everyone is watching me stand there measuring my stomach to see if I can slide into the booth. OF COURSE I COULD! I was just waiting!! MORONS!
  • Quote: Man, I guess I cursed myself by posting this topic.

    Yesterday my Mom and I went to lunch. The waiter sat us at a booth. My Mom got in first and, due to her just getting in the booth, the table moved. BIG DEAL. There was no other way for her, or any other person, to get in without moving the table. I guess the last person moved it after they got up. Anyway, I'm standing there while she adjusts the table. The waiter runs over to me and shouts, "These tables move, you know." Um ... thanks. Now everyone is watching me stand there measuring my stomach to see if I can slide into the booth. OF COURSE I COULD! I was just waiting!! MORONS!
    Try not to feel too bad. When I was pregnant with Esther, Rob & I went to Zippy's (they're a chain restaurant here on O'ahu)...we were seated in a booth. When I went to sit down, I hit the booth seat just wrong, and the blasted thing was apparently not nailed down or something, because the other end of it went up into the air and I went down onto the floor, & of course the next thing to happen was the booth SLAMMED back down, and everyone in the restaurant turned & stared. Of course I have what I call stealth babies--I don't look pregnant. So I am sure that to everyone in the restaurant it looked like the fat chick broke the booth.
  • one year for my neice's birthday ..who has a body i would kill for .. i wasn't sure what to get her for her. So i headed to the mall set on gettin a gift certificate for her. A friend and I made the mistake of walkin into the 5-7-9 shop .. i think they have scales imbedded in the pathway and they try to head off anyone that isn't the right size ... we weren't even in there for 5 minutes .. * i was pokin around to make sure they had her style of clothing before gettin the gift certificate * and i saw some really cute stuff .. while picking up one shirt .. this sales clerk came up .. didn't say hi or can i help you or anything .. had NO idea why i was in the store ..and said ... we don't have anything in your size... i was dumbstruck for a second ..and then i started laughin so hard... my friend thought i lost my mind ..the clerk prolly did too .. i looked at her and smiled after i composed myself and told her well gee .. i am so disappointed... guess i will go buy my neice's $300 gift certificate elsewhere .. altho i am not sure you have her size either ... these clothes run a lil BIG for her ... i just dropped the shirt on the floor and turned and walked out ... i thought my friend was gonna die in a fit of laughter as she walked out behind me.. i couldn't help but think omg what an ignorant lil girl she is ... the manager i guess over heard what happened cause when we walked out of the store across the way .. 2 minutes later .. she was cornered and lookin beet red as the manager had her finger jabbin in her face and every other direction..
  • OMG, I nearly peed my pants laughing. How absolutely perfect!

    It reminded me of when I worked in a plus-sized clothing store. We had really nice stuff, and sometimes thin girls would come in shopping for themselves (really big tops were in), or a larger relative. Some of them would be so rude, laughing at our largest sizes (which was like a 7X or 8X)
    and the fact that we carried plus-size maternity, prom, and bridal (after all what fat girl is ever going to need those). They would act like they were shopping for souveneirs at the freakin' zoo gift shop, for cryin' out loud.

    We were taught that every customer is potentially a paying customer (or a friend of one), so we had to be polite unless a customer was overtly abusive to another customer. So we'd smile until they left, and then laugh and we would joke about the store WE would open ourselves. A funky, urban-chic, store we'd call "We B FatChicks" with a scale embedded in the entrance floor mat, admitting no one under 200 lbs, and a burly tall, fat security guards to escort any one out of the store who bypassed the system by getting on the welcome mat with a friend.
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    So we'd smile until they left, and then laugh and we would joke about the store WE would open ourselves. A funky, urban-chic, store we'd call "We B FatChicks" with a scale embedded in the entrance floor mat, admitting no one under 200 lbs, and a burly tall, fat security guards to escort any one out of the store who bypassed the system by getting on the welcome mat with a friend.
    Hey, I weigh 180-something, and I still need my size 18s!
  • laughs- .. wasn't like i was really gonna get $300 gift certificate ..actually was gonna get $100 ..but they didn't kno that ... grinz and winks-
  • Hey, if it every happens to me, I'm going to say $1000.00 Since they're not getting my business, they should really miss it.


    Ok Sabra,

    Maybe we'll recalibrate the scale to 175? Or give special guess passes to "abundant in spirit."
  • Oh man! I wish I could have been in 5-7-9 that day. That would have been HYSTERICAL to see. I would have peed in my size 20 pants.