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I am really not trying to be difficult, but …

Damn you woman/man/servers!!!! How come when I put on a smiley face and place my order, it gets screwed up? Granted “shit happens,” but when you start poking fun at my expense, then I have a right to get pissed which I wasn’t even close to getting. All I wanted was my damn food and it got mixed up with someone else’s. Then, the woman (bless her soul) actually asked me if I didn’t mind just going ahead and eating the mix up. I’m talking the difference between chicken and some other kind of meat here. Well, I politely (and with a laugh) told her I didn’t “do that other kind of meat” and that I would like them to make me a new meal. I hate situations like this. It’s not like they were horribly busy. Right now, they have made 2 customers pissed off. One of the customers (me) caught the error in time and when I politely bring it to their attention & request redress, they bitch about it in front of me!!! I wonder what the guy who they gave my meal to (and his meal to me) will say!! Grrrrh. This happened awhile back. I just dug it out of my archives. Don’t even get me started on the sour patch that is the server/waitress/whatchamacallit at a little cafe I like patronizing. First of all, it appears to be run by my employer. Second, I don’t think it’s that demanding of a job physically, however I know there are some behind-the-scenes hassles. Nevertheless, for awhile, I’ve been getting ‘tude from said server. I haven’t given her the ‘tude back. However, I’ve turned down the wattage on my charm lamp (while not being rude). Maybe my general crabbiness means a visit from the red lady, but today was the last straw. One of the customers comes in the cafe and comments about how nice and quiet the place is sans undergrads. She then responds along the lines of “I know about quiet, but I don’t know about nice”. Now, paranoid me takes it to mean she’s aware that there’s no love lost btw both of us. Nevertheless, a secret smile creeps up on my face and I walk out of there with an extra bounce in my step. That’s my response to that female. That’s what I call sipping some serious hater-ade or consistently getting out of the wrong side of the bed. Sheesh. Now, just to piss her off, I go there. it seems the mere sight of me is enough so I’ll make sure to linger.