A few weeks ago I found out I found out I was pregnant. Naturally it came as a shock for a few reasons - we weren't trying, planning on waiting til when/if we tie the knot, and I was also on birth control. However, without going into too many details, I ended up losing the baby. As you can understand, it kind of shocked our world. I've always had a problem with depression and this event kind of put me in a downward spiral. Thanksgiving wasn't really a happy event in my family this year, suffering from this, plus my mother also got sick and my daughter ended up getting pinkeye. No turkey was consumed that day by us.
Tank being the sweetheart that he is, decided to take me out to dinner for a little "us" time earlier this week. After my mother got over her illness and the baby's eyes were no longer pink, we dropped the kids off at my parent's house and went out. The dinner probably would have been nice and such...if our waitress was the Slut from Hell.
Now, Tank is a very good looking guy. I don't blame other women (or gay men, really) for wanting to check him out. As long as they stay the hell away from him.
Well, once we were seating, Slut focuses all her attention on him. She asked him what he wanted to drink, with a "hon" attached to it. No big deal, people use those stupid pet names sometimes. He ordered...then the Slut had the balls to just walk off without even bothering to get what I wanted. Perhaps she didn't notice me? ...Doubt it, I was standing/sitting right next to her. She looked right at me..,
Whatever, I just told Tank what I wanted to eat so he could order it so I didn't have to fight for it. But when she came back with his drink, she was telling him (not us, HIM) about the daily specials, and then she fucking touched his shoulder. Like, in one of those flirty, I'm-trying-to-seduce-you kind of touches. Alright...maybe she is fishing for a tip or something...
However, Tank is not one of those kind of guys that is touchy-feely. I mean, it took me a month of coaxing him to let me hold his hand in public. (In private is a whole other story.) He politely, but firmly, told the waitress not to touch him and then managed to order his food, my food, and some cheese sticks for starters.
Well, she brought out the starters, and she TOUCHED HIM AGAIN! Now, at this point, I'm seeing red...literally seeing red. I was in pain, depressed, and was watching some skimpy slut try to weasle her way into my man's pants right in front of me...and she was still ignoring me. Tank, of course, bluntly told her, "Do not fucking touch me again. I am here with my girlfriend, trying to have a decent dinner." Slut just scoffs at me and walked off.
You'd think she got the fucking hint then and there. But nooooo. When she brought out our dinner, she really screwed up. Big time. First, she brought out something totally different than what Tank ordered me. (I'm talking, I ordered a salad and she brought out a fucking $10 more steak.) Then she TOUCHED HIM AGAIN!!
And...sigh, I am not proud to admit this, blast me all you want for it, I deserve my own place in hell for my awful moment...but I just snapped. I stood up, threw my food across the table and yelled at her, "First, this is NOT what I ordered! Second, MY BOYFRIEND HAS TOLD YOU TWICE TO STOP TOUCHING HIM YOU LITTLE HUSSY!" I threw down two dollars onto the table "for the plate," told Tank to talk to a manager and get the shit squared away and told him I would meet him in the car.
As I was walking out, I clearly heard Slut mutter "What a cunt" under her breath. Tank heard it too. I'm pretty sure he was sending me mental thoughts saying "Please don't turn around and punch her, just keep walking, please please please." All I did was flip her my middle finger and walked out.
It took Tank about 10 minutes to get everything settled with the manager and to get our food (and the proper thing I ordered) boxed up for us. I was outside, pacing circles around the car and chain smoking my anger (probably not wise in recent events.) When he got outside, most of my anger disappeared but not all, but still I broke down, wept, and kept saying I'm sooooo sorry! Luckily, my hero boyfriend wasn't mad at me. Reassured me he probably would of killed the waiter if roles were reversed.
We went home, had a candle lit dinner in the living room with our boxed up food, and I crawled into bed crying my eyes out while he went to pick up my kids. But we got the whole meal for free, plus a free chocolate cake. Plus the manager gave Tank some vouchers for the "next time." I tore those up too quick. My only saving grace? We went super early on a weekday. No one else was there to witness my breakdown besides some other waitresses/waiters.
I feel bad for my "custy" moment, but damn. Just damn! Still makes me mad. Eesh. I'll gladly let you beat me up for my "custy" moment though!