So, today my daughter and I (we'll call her Kdub) went to Taco Mac for lunch. I love Taco Mac, if only for their house made ranch dressing. It is fabulous and one of a kind. I will order off of their menu with the goal being how to get the best ranch dressing experience. Sometimes you just gotta maximize!!
Anyway, the service was fairly good, the food was good and all was well with the world...until it was time to get the check and leave. My pet peeve is having to wait and wait for the check and then wait and wait for the payment to be processed. I guess it's restaurant protocol but I can't stand it when I spend as much time paying as I did eating. It seems like the server would want to clear her table for the next guest.
Of course, this is what happened to us...wait, wait, wait. It is so crazy that you, as a server, spend the whole visit trying to do a good job and receive a good tip and then, the last thing before I calculate your gratuity, I am left to wait and stew over lost time. Do you have
inside knowledge as to why this happens (other than they are just busy) or have suggestions how to combat this situation? If so, I beg of you, please share!!
Next stop, our local Harris Teeter. Now yesterday was Valentine's Day (my least favorite holiday of the year...see the previous post). We also had the biggest snow storm of the past 10 years this week (9 whole inches...this is the south...what can I say). Anyway, that worked out good for me. Since I didn't get a Valentine's gift and since HT had all those left over rose bouquets for $10, guess who has beautiful red roses on the dining room table. Yep...me, that's who! :-) They are so pretty and I thought they would make me so happy. And on some level they do.
Fresh flowers always make me smile. The problem is, I had to buy these myself, which wouldn't be all that disturbing if I didn't have a man to buy them for me. But I do! The unfortunate thing is they seem to be a glaring reminder that I'm not worth the effort, at least in his eyes. That is so disheartening. I don't need diamond rings or fancy dinners. I just need a little effort.
If Mr.Dub knew how much it would mean to me to get a $10 bouquet of grocery store flowers, surely it would be worth the effort. Surely it would, right? I would feel so special...so loved...so gratuitous! Who knows what kinds of repercussions would result. Surely he knows it would turn out well for him. Surely I'm worth 10 minutes and $10, right...after 20 years? Surely, saving that time and money is not worth the way it makes me feel...
Let me take a moment to be clear. I am blessed and I know it. I am fairly healthy. I have a good job, a warm home and food on the table. I have two wonderful children who are healthy and so full of life. I have a decent husband who works hard for our family. Heck, my life is close to perfect by some standards. So don't think I don't know that and feel so blessed each and every day.
The thing is, it could be perfect, at least for me, with just a tiny bit of effort from Mr. Dub. I would do whatever he would ask if he had needs that weren't being met. If he said he needed dinner cooked every night...done. Clean clothes pressed and laid out each morning...done. I get that this is a partnership and we should work to meet the needs of the other half. But, we have crossed over to an unfortunate place where he gives little or nothing which results in my saying 'screw it', I'll take that route too.
Btw, I was glad I didn't have to purchase a Valentine's card because buying a lovey-dovey card when you don't feel lovey-dovey is so hypocritical. Some days I find it hypocritical to say 'I love you too' when hanging up the phone. I don't dislike him, I just feel like the love I once felt...that fire in my heart...feels like it has been smothered by a wet blanket. Maybe there is a spark still under there somewhere, but honestly, I'm just not sure.
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