Bad Waitress

So, I’m at this little Italian restaurant around the corner from my hotel. I’ve been here for almost 45 minutes and haven’t got beyond my drink and appetizer. I don’t want a meal, but I do want to see a desert menu.After sitting here for a little while, the guy who seated me came back and asked if he could get me my drink. So I ordered a beer, and it wasn’t until after he brought me the beer that my waitress finally showed up. I ordered my calamari, and indicated that I might want something else later.

The fragments of my calamari are now sitting here and she just came and talked to me while I was writing this sentence. I asked her to bring me a dessert menu, so she brought it and took away my dishes. We’ll see how long it takes her to come back and ask if I want dessert. It appears that she may have some friends at a table a little ways away, because she sure is talking to them a lot.She’s gone again, and I’m sitting here waiting to order dessert. Too bad I never got that t-shirt that said, “I’m blogging this.” Ooh! Ooh! She finally showed up. I think she visited that other table at least 3 or 4 times since she gave me the dessert menu.This is good tiramisu. Now I’m done. She’s talked to the people at the next table who just came in twice already, but just walks right by me as if I don’t exist. Maybe she thinks they’re worth more because they’re a couple.She basically ignored me almost every time she walked by (if she did walk by, which was rare). Anyway, she’s not going to get my usual high tip, that’s for sure. In fact, I usually give higher than most people even for servers who aren’t that good, but she’s so bad I may actually have to stoop below the 15% range.