A tale of two waiters
Last night Rod and I went to a fancy restaurant. The service was polite, prompt and attentive. We never had to ask for water, and the wait staff checked in at ever point in the meal.

Tonight, though. Tonight was a different story. We went to an pool hall that also serves dinner, and boy was the waiter ditzed out.

1. Took our order, got it wrong when repeating it back to us.
2. Walked away with only one of the menus, leaving the other on the table.
3. Brought us one set of silverware.
4. When we asked for a second set, brought two.
5. When the food came, it was wrong.
a. my side salad with ranch had turned into a side of ranch
b. Rod's grilled chicken breast had turned into a chicken sandwich.
6. Had to flag him down for water.
7. Had to flag him down for the bill. Which we did while he was wandering around, lost, with a different patron's bill in hand. (now where did that table go?)

Not a good night for waiter boy.