It is expensive to eat out. Of all the things that siphons cash from your wallet, (not counting your children), having a nice plate of food you didn’t have to cook is on the top of the list. We don’t eat out much generally. We like getting away from the three pack about once a week, which is why “date night” was invented.
Mister and I went out to our favorite restaurant and found that our favorite meals had jumped about 1.50 per plate. *$%^@!what? I know that a lot of people eat out all the time. How do they do it?
Now, I am delighted to pay handsomly when the food is fresh, hot, and the server is good. The ambiance is important if it is a special event. I relish in sitting back with a toothpick feeling the warm blanket of sustenance. But there are some occasions, when the cold food is warm, the hot food is cold, and it looks and tastes like it came out of a dumpster. I get my little panties in a bunch and rightly so. On these occasions, when presented with the bill, I feel a little abused. Further, if the server is Lloyd from Dumb and Dumber, I feel voilated.
I know, I know, that server only gets 1.00 an hour. I am appreciative that he is working here while acheiving a higher education. I rally around a young lady who has two jobs and is still smiling. I say, Good For you! But for Lloyd to require another fifteen to twenty percent just ’cause, Huh?
After all, I choose to pay the Good Lord ten percent of my increase, and he does way more for me than somebody who keeps my water filled for twenty.
