I understand that you work at the local Mexican restaurant and you might be new around here, but I would like to explain how our country works. The Customer is ALWAYS Right! This is part of our Bill of Rights, right after Bearing arms and a woman's Right to Vote. I believe it's the 28th Amendment.
When I order the "Homemade Sangria" and complain that it tastes off, please don't tell me "that they opened a new bottle just for me". I ordered it because of the "Homemade" part, not the watered down cheap wine taste. Just take the pitcher away and offer to bring me something else. I know the margaritas are strong and tasty, I expected the same from your Sangria.
Next, when I order my steak burrito ( that I always order) do NOT come around the table and start stabbing my menu with your finger. Your statement about "wanting to make sure, so that I don't send that back, too" was way out of line. I swear that my eyes were going to pop out of my head, but I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my new friends.
Seriously, could you have carried more than one item at a time to our table? We would not have run you like a retriever if you brought everything at once. It took a Village to serve our table.
Sincerely,
Hair Girl
P.S. When someone (not me) orders a Diet Coke with limes and needs a refill on said Diet Coke, that usually means they want new limes. Not the old, squeezed ones from the last refill. Bring new limes. I'm just sayin'.
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Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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