Blame ABailey! I’m just copying/pasting from the original livejournal entry with a few small tweaks. Yes, Livejournal, this was somewhere around 2004!
Met girl. Seemed interesting enough, fun probably.
Was wrong. Went to Sushi Q. Fucking embarrassed.
So, first thing is even though it’s a date, she’s talking about how she has “much better things to do than date or drink or have sex.”
Second, she complains about the red meat and pork in the place, because she doesn’t eat that stuff. She only eats healthy things(apparently that includes McSalads, which she extolled the virtues of). Not like she’s being forced to order any, of course, but she complains anyway.
Third, she orders the all you can eat. I tell her you have to eat it all and the rice or they charge for it (standard for any sushi joint). She orders TONS. More than I normally would, and I can eat lots of sushi (author’s note-I was about 250 pounds back then). But I always order exactly as much as I need(I was a consistent fatty!). She eats five pieces. She’s stuffed. Doesn’t eat another piece for the hour we’re there after.
Four. Keeps complaining about how slow it all is. The place is PACKED. Every seat at the bar, every table, completely full. And they took 15 minutes to bring the food. They’re going at the same speed as always, always keeping her drink full(and she drank tons). She whined about a lot though. I stopped listening.
Fifth. The big one. I have to start eating her crap. Stuff I don’t like, but it’s more expensive than MY food, which I really wanted and don’t even get to eat. So, I have to save the money. When told by the waitress that yes, you pay for what’s not eaten, she starts freaking out. “Well why nobody told me that I paid for all I can eat!” The waitress is kind enough, having recognized me as a regular, to drop a LOT off the total. It should have been 80-100. The waitress cut it to 63 for us. “Well that’s dumb why do they charge for it? I paid for it!” “Because lots of people come in and order a ton of food, way more than 20 dollars of sushi, and only eat a little.” “Well I don’t know what kind of people would do that.” She doesn’t seem to comprehend she IS that kind of person and just did it.
Now, why is this such a big thing, aside from costing me way more than it should have?
I gave her my 30 in cash. All I had. Explicitly stated, ALL I HAVE. Told her. She acknowledged. “You need to do the tip, because I don’t have the cash for it now. Okay?” “Sure, I’ll cover the tip.” So, she’s whining that she’s tired and can’t get up but to go back to her car. Fine, I take the cards up, apologize to the waiter and waitress(the ones who are always there, and ALWAYS great). They laugh it off, saying they could see I hated dealing with her crap. The waitress is PISSED at the woman. Rightly so. But she’s friendly, which is part of what makes her a great waitress. “You’ve been here plenty, I know you know how it works.” “Yeah, I tried to tell her earlier, apparently she didn’t listen at all.” “I could tell, she looked like she was about to lose it when I explained to her and showed her where it says about paying on the wall and the menu. When she started yelling I almost punched her.”
I go back to the table, she signs the stuff, takes her cards back. I tell her I’ll take it back to the register. She says “No you don’t need to do that, they can get it.” Well, it’s what you do there, it’s courtesy. I’m not arguing with her at this point. She’s not worth it. I get her to leave, so I can take the check back up. I was right to check it, because she didn’t tip. Not a fucking cent. NOT ONE CENT. I don’t know how I missed it earlier, but I found a 20 squished in the bottom of my wallet, which instantly became a 10 dollar tip for putting up with that crap of hers.
The no-tipping really capped it. “Hope you have a better night now”, says the waitress. “I will now that she’s out of it”, I say to the waitress. “Hey, I was going to say that!” she replies. The waiter is cracking up naturally. It’s a much better night now that that date is over.
I shall now follow from my aunt’s wisdom which she shared. “That’s why I always make the first date cheap drinks, and an appetizer or something, so I can bail before I get in too deep.”
Also of note, she kept answering and talking on her cell phone. Bitch, turn it off.
Addendum-I spent around 75-90 bucks that night, and I also got some money from home to add to the tip the next day, because I really felt the NEED to after all that. The bill itself was $120, afterall. That’s how much she ordered and didn’t touch from the most expensive stuff in the place. A hard lesson was learned.
