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Public Announcement
June 12, 2007

It's not that I don't want to hear the bad things about The Restaurant. I mean, OK, no one wants to hear the bad things about their business. But I have said it before, and I will say it again, I want to hear the bad things so that I can fix the bad things and make them better. And I want to hear the bad things if for no other reason than I want to hear the bad things so I stay in a good and humble place instead of thinking I cracked the code to the universe.

But I don't want to hear them when I am shopping for shoes. Or in any public place, really. Call me. Come and see me. But don't holler over a pile of towels at Macy's.

I mean - would I see my gynecologist and scream, "Hey - the tools were a little cold - could you heat them a litte more next time!", over socks at The Gap?

WOULD I?

So please do not tell me - yell to me, rather - that the steak you had last night in my Restaurant was cooked medium-well instead of medium, and don't tell me that you were really pissed off about it and had to send the steak back.

And don't take offense when I smile, but ask to make sure the situation was rectified and if you had good service - I am not being "sarcastic" as you so claim, I am asking to make sure the problem was fixed. And when you say that the service was fine, and I say I am glad to hear that, that does not mean I will "forget to reem some ass for the overcooked steak."

Because I will "reem some ass", and the next steak you get will be well done.

Posted by Foodwhore at June 12, 2007 11:02 PM

Maybe you could start pretending you have a twin. That way, the next time you're accosted in public you can pretend to be the non-Food Whoring twin and escape the conversation entirely.

Posted by: AuntJone at June 13, 2007 06:41 AM

Remember how you said parenting is the hardest job on earth? Your other posts prove it. I'm pretty sure some parents just give up. People are nuts! And rude.

Posted by: Abby at June 13, 2007 09:38 AM

I love this:

"Because I will "reem some ass", and the next steak you get will be well done"

I bet some of us would rather ask "what if I rammed the steak up your ass and let it simmer to medium before serving it to you?"

Posted by: steve at June 13, 2007 01:31 PM

No class, not one iota of class. What an ass.

Posted by: Susan at June 14, 2007 12:00 PM
 
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