Tonight, I got hit in the head by a waiter carrying a tray of wings. I almost got hit two more times, if my husband hadn’t warned me in time. And the waiters didn’t even notice.
I was embarrassed and upset by it all, though I couldn’t fully articulate why. I think it had to do with an experience of not being worth noticing. Made all the worse by having to speak up about it. Also, when one of them came close to the guy sitting at the table behind us, she apologized to the guy. For getting close to him. Yet not when that same server (and others) had come way closer to me several times already (these were separate from the ones where they almost nailed me). Not to me for the same thing and worse.
I mentioned the hit and super-close calls to the bartender after a bit, and he was prompt in getting management involved, immediately going to watch how servers were passing behind our chairs, and then showing it directly to a manager. Several minutes later, that same manager was apologizing to me and giving us a $30 gift card to use whenever we wished. After he walked away from us, we distinctly noticed how the servers suddenly weren’t clamoring by with the huge trays anymore, and were holding trays down instead of up every time they passed behind us. And it seemed they were using the second entrance/exit to the kitchen more, too, which didn’t require them to walk past our chairs at all.
So, it sorted out, in a way. But I was also left, like I said, really quite stressed and embarrassed about it all. It took me a long while not to feel like I was about to cry. Even now, I still feel a bit of a need to cry about it, really.
So, yeah… that was a very bizarre dinnertime.
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