Diary of The Food Whore: No Wonder They Skipped Dessert

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No Wonder They Skipped Dessert

March 06, 2006

It was a crazy night at The Restaurant. Things went well, except for that small mishap with a bottle of red wine in the back hall. (Yes, I dropped it. And no I don't want to talk about it.) And the steak that was sent back three times to achieve "perfect pinkness". (I hate people)

After the last customer was gone we locked the front door and turned the lights down and set to cleaning. And after a while we noticed that a vehicle parked out front was still there, lights on and clearly running. We didn't give it too much thought, other than the dishwasher sharing his conviction that we were being cased by secret CIA Operatives, and that at any minute one of us could be taken into custody. (I clearly did not check his resume' close enough)

So we got back to it, and a half hour had passed when a member of the wait staff came in the kitchen to let me know the car was still there. It had been 45 minutes, and we all had a collective opinion that the situation should be checked out. We all had theories, besides the CIA one, I mean. It could be a non-issue, it could be someone having trouble, or it could be they got sick from something they ate in The Restaurant, in which case we all agreed to deny any knowledge of the car and how long it had been in the parking lot.

A very close friend of The Husband is in law enforcement so I went ahead and gave him a call to get a little advice. I mentioned the vehicle, the length of time, etc. and asked if we should go out and check, or if that's something the police should be doing. He took a description of the vehicle, and asked that we please not go check ourselves. "Just to be on the safe side."

Within ten minutes two police cars were out front while we all tried to hide behind curtains and dark corners to watch it all go down. Someone in the room started singing, "Bad Boys Bad Boys Whatcha Gonna Do..." and we all broke out into a round of laughter when there was a knock on the door. The car was gone, and The Husband's Law Enforcement Friend came to give me the run down.

Apparently when they came up on the vehicle and shone the light in, a man was in the driver's seat, and his girlfriend had her face...in his lap. It took me a minute. The Husband's Friend stared at me with his eyebrow raised waiting to see my reaction... and then it hit me. And I was half laughing and half ticked off. "Did you tell him to park somewhere else from now on?"

"I did. He wasn't happy to be interrupted."

"No, I am sure not."

And I began to giggle. And when I told everyone what they found, one of the waitresses said, "Oh she must have been so sick to be laying there like that, the poor thing."

I was in no mood to disagree with her, nor was anyone else.

It does explain why they were in a hurry for their check.

And decided to skip dessert.

*sigh*

Posted by Foodwhore at March 6, 2006 01:42 PM

For the record, that was not me!

=:O

Posted by: Tana at March 6, 2006 03:59 PM

For 45 minutes? she was NOT doing something right!! Soooorry. Yeeesh. Get a room. And stuff like that.

Posted by: carly at March 6, 2006 04:49 PM

I would thik that he didn't mind getting disturbed, since they did it right out in front with the lights on, not the back of the parking lot, with just the radio on, oh wait that is for high school kids.

Posted by: Duane at March 6, 2006 04:57 PM

45 minutes? FORTY-FIVE MINUTES?

I'm not sure if that, or the clueless waitress, is more curious. HA.

Thanks for the story! I'm here via Simply Recipes.

Posted by: Abby at March 6, 2006 07:16 PM

Um, it sounds like they had dessert to me. They just didn't get it from your pastry chef.

Posted by: Katherine at March 6, 2006 08:00 PM

Well at least you guys got a chuckle at the end of a hellish night. Every time I think about my dream of having a restaurant, I just have to stop by here for a reality check. ;)

Posted by: Sweetnicks at March 6, 2006 08:06 PM

They act like they wanted to be caught. Maybe that's part of the fun for 'em. There are people like that! Really! I've heard about them.

Posted by: laura at March 7, 2006 08:33 AM

Oh man that reminds of a story from my job. I work at the front desk of my apartment building (a most excellent commute) where all the residents are college students. I got a complaint about water pouring in through the vents in the ceiling of a resident's bathroom. I sent my boss and an RA up to investigate. My boss was busy dry-vaccing while the RA went to find out why someone was going on. Turns out that the resident in the room directly above was having intimate relations with someone in the tub and they were so energetic about it the water from the bath was spilling over the sides. And the roomates were not happy about it. Hahahaha

Posted by: jess at March 7, 2006 02:19 PM

geez, if it takes 45 minutes for that, she really needs some instruction. Poor thing probably has lockjaw by now.

Posted by: gaile at March 8, 2006 09:34 PM

Funny you posted this story because waiterrant.net had one similar, only the couple had the decency to leave the premises...and they did have dessert with their "dessert"

Posted by: alas at March 10, 2006 11:29 AM