Bitch & Moan at the Buffet

Eating at a buffet style restaurant is not my first choice, but last night we made an exception because I was given two free meals from a student for teacher appreciation week. Free food is free food.

There was a woman - I think it was a woman.  It was honestly hard to tell - who started griping about the scones.  She carried on quite loudly about how the scones weren't in fact scones by her definition.

She sniffs, "I've eaten at the Bellagio (hotel and casino in Las Vegas), and they know scones. You really should name these fry bread or pastry puffs. In fact, the English would be quite offended by you calling these scones (I think the English would be more offended by this woman if the truth be known).  No I'm serious, they'd be really offended." 

She was so annoying and patronizing to the manager, that I was hoping she'd catch my eye so I could flip her the bird.  After this tirade, I thought we had a reprieve from her bitching.  Alas, I was wrong.

There was a chocolate fountain in the dessert section.  One could grab a skewer and spear a strawberry, marshmallow, or a half dozen other goodies to drizzle in chocolate.  I decided to get a couple of strawberries.  To my chagrin, the woman beat me to it, but oh ho ho she was too busy bitching about the wooden skewers to actually enjoy the fountain.  She was rubbing the ever lovin' crap out of them saying to the manager who was walking by, "I got 3 slivers from 3 of these. I can't believe you're using these.  (She continues to rub ferociously.)  Ouch, I just got another sliver."

I calmly grabbed 2 skewers, stabbed them into a couple of strawberries (it was the strawberries or her eyes), and dunked them under the fountain of flowing chocolate.  I gave the woman a disgusted look and walked away.

I passed the manager on the way back to my seat, and I announced, "I for one have no problem with these sticks.  I am using them properly by not trying to exfoliate my skin with them."

He started laughing then turned all serious and said, "I am trying to hold my tongue but that woman is trying my patience."

I asked, "Is it indeed a woman then?" 

He replied, "I'm not too sure, but I called it ma'am, and it didn't protest."  We both laughed, and I continued to my seat.

While I was nibbling on a chocolate covered strawberry, I saw the manager approach the seated, bitchy woman and refund her the money she paid for her meal.  I saw her desperately trying to hold back her grin of triumph.  It was a poor attempt to be sure.  He said, "I'm sorry you're not satisfied with our service."

She crowed quite loudly, "Well it's not a bad place, and since I got a refund I may come back again." WTF?  I mean seriously WTFF?

Now I'm not sure about other people, but if I find a place second rate I sure as hell don't continue eating there and I most certainly will not return for another meal.  The woman continued to eat, and eat, and eat  - stuffing her face with relish. She was still eating when we left.

It seemed the food was perfect now that she didn't have to pay for it. In other words, she won. Her bitching paid off; she accomplished her goal. 

When we were leaving, we passed the manager, and I said very loudly, "I should leave you our name and number just in case that annoying woman tries to make a court case out of eating here and I can testify that she was a grade A bitch. She is a very unhappy, negative person who manipulates to get her own way. She damn near ruined my own appetite but fortunately for me I didn't have to look at her the whole time."  I heard the manager's laugh as we exited, and I felt the bitch's eyes on me all the way back to my vehicle.

Take that, bitch.