Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Shirt and Shoes ARE required!
When I hear "Oh I could just stay here forever I'm so full and relaxed." My first instinct is to look at their feet, not because I have a weird fetish and feel the need to, no, I am looking to see if said person still has their shoes on. Yes, you read that right, shoes still on. There appears to be a gap in people's brains where when they are full and comfortable, it becomes appropriate to slip off shoes and perhaps put them up on the booth or another unoccupied chair. Really people, this is appropriate, have you never been out to a restaurant before, did you lose your manners on the way in or did I clear them from the table with that empty plate I just took? You do realize that it's just disgusting to those around you who may still be eating, "Oh look honey I see her feet and I have a sudden urge to order the corn." Were you hoping that by putting your feet up with the shoes off that I was going to get over there and rub your feet for you, because I sure as hell wasn't! I might come over and slap some sense into you, but then I might get a write up and maybe I'm on my last one, so tonight is your lucky night! Really people, get the idea, there is some etiquette still out there, and when you are paying upwards of $25 a plate, have some decency!
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Haha...I've noticed this too, I'm glad I'm not the only one! I always think about it when our kids are climbing into a booth and their little hands climb across and then of course you don't take them again to wash their hands so they can climb across again and I just always wonder what nasty things are on that booth that they are about to put into their mouth when they eat. :-( Which reminds me of a story, we went to Olive Garden down by Leisure World one time (which is all it took to disgust me)...anyways, we sat down at this table and it just smelled like soiled diapers, seriously. I kept looking around for the offender, but when I got up and walked around, the smell was no where but where I was sitting. Looked under the table and just as my nose passed my seat coming back up, there it was - the odor was from the previous guest sitting there in a soiled diaper so long that the chair absorbed the soiled adult diaper smell (which was now on my ass I'm sure). I had to go find the manager, explain amongst all the elderly people within earshot, that my chair smelled like SH*T and I needed a new chair. Eww. Seriously, seats need to be cleaned after each guest just like tables...so nar nar.
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