Raise your hand already!
Awkward family encounters.
My 3rd cousin was staying with us for a few days. She was in her early twenties. I got up about 2AM and went into the kitchen for a glass of milk. Ran into my cousin. She was making a sandwich. Her nightgown was full length but much sheerer than she realized. It really required a robe.
I grabbed my milk and beat a hasty retreat. No way that I could have made casual conversation. I wouldn’t embarrass her by mentioning the problem. She had no way of knowing how that light reacted to her gown.
Setup playdates for yourself.
Oh for rhe crying out loud, it is less embarrassing to be told once that your nightgown is too sheer or there’s spinach stuck in your teeth or toiletpaper hanging out of your waistband than to find it out for yourself and wonder how many people you embarrassed or made uncomfortable and no one bothered to tell you. Sheesh.
Um, not sure what this means.
Spoons, I have absolutely no interest in sports. As for reading the paper, why would I go to a dark, noisy bar to read the paper? Why not just have a beer at home?
Pick up chicks.
Setup=Ask out
playdates=one-night stands
for yourself=for yourself
Yes. It was also a joke, a callback to an earlier post. Of course, it isn’t funny if you have to explain it.
She left because everyone at the table was wondering why you didn’t say I ordered the soup. She then spent time looking at the ticket to find out that she didn’t address you properly for you to interact with her and say the soup is mine. Just let her know, maybe by raising your hand a bit, or saying nope not his, I ordered it.
Keep walking and say pardon me or excuse me as you approach. Smile when you do this. They may not recognize that they are in your way.
I cannot believe that you have waited for hours for a bill. My guess is that you did not make your intentions known at all and the staff figured you were a camper. ie, you came into the restaurant to make it your destination. Servers are forbidden to make you feel uncomfortable while you are having coffee, relaxing etc. Try interacting with them at the outset, tell them you are there to have dinner, coffee and maybe dessert but that you have to catch the bus, get to the screening or whatever. They likely thought that you were just hanging out and you didn’t give them any reason to think otherwise.
For sme of us the commonplace situation of trting a conversation is hard. Or takes more time than other people give it. If I’m at a table an the waiter says directly to each other peron “Did you order the soup”, then walks way without asking me directly but before I can say “Uhhhh - I think that was me” then my soup ends up back in the kitchen.
That hasn’t quite happened to me. I have forgotten what I’ve ordered, so often a waiter holding a plate of food in front of me while I’ve remembered, or been reminded by my companions, that I ordered the four-legged chicken.
But I have waited in restaurants for the check on many ocassions. Not hours, but many crucial minutes while the point of no return for my next appointment ticked dangerously close. Not a waiter to be seen, but a line of customers out the door. I sit and stare. I wave. I call out. Nothing. Resturants have gotten better about bringing the check, and mostly better about taking the payment. Still happens ometims, and for those of us with trouble in commonplace situations it’s a nightmare. Do I walk out without paying? Do I barge into the kitchen? What?
(I named-checked the thread twic - what do I win?)
Raising my hand, making eye contact and then speaking is what I do in these cases, and it works in the vast majority of cases (of the about 3000 occasions that I have dined out in my life, by a rough estimate), but there have been numerous cases where, every time a waiter/waitress came in from the kitchen, I intently stared at them, on a hair trigger to signal them the moment they looked in my direction, only to have them leave again after a minute or so of tasks around the room looking at all of the 330 degrees of azimuth I was not in (sometimes, at all degrees of azimuth but not at my elevation). Repeat, repeat, repeat.
Because first of all you don’t typically order drinks like that in a dive bar. Secondly, people who order those types of drinks are basically saying “I am very maintenance and don’t have very good taste.”
The time to order pina colodas and the like is at a beach resort or a cheesy chain restaurant.
Do you live in Victorian England?