Last night we stopped to pick up sushi on the way home.
Ordinarily, the service there is great. Exceptionally great. Really, really great.
My wife ordered, paid, and sat down. (We went dutch as a compromise, I’d gotten the movie tickets and wouldn’t hear of her getting dinner because I typically eat five times as much as she does.)
As I was ordering, the phone rang. She picked up the phone, and took a delivery order. Fine. Short call, maybe three minutes.
She finished with that, and I reiterated my order, which she scratched on a notepad. I got out my wallet, and the phone rang again. “Hang on.” This person had several questions about hours, location, specials, etc. Again, short call, two - three minutes.
She hung up, picked up the scratch pad, walked over to the till, and entered the first item of my order as I got my card out in anticipation of completing the transaction. And then the phone rang, again. “Oh, hang on a minute.” More than a minute, actually - this was a large order. I waited another four - five minutes with my wallet out.
As I had been standing there for ten minutes with my order no closer to the kitchen, I waved my hand at her and said “Forget it, I’m not hungry.” She furrowed her brow a bit at that, but carried on with her call. Then I went to sit down with my wife and wait. And fume.
I was a bit mad; I don’t see this as any different that allowing three customers to cut in line ahead of me - at some point I expect that I am going to be served and that the other customer is going to be asked to “wait a minute.” My wife’s order had already gone to the kitchen, at that point I just wanted to get home and did not want to wait another 15 minutes after her order was ready.
But we did wait. Turns out she went ahead and passed my order to the kitchen after I sat down. I said, “I’m sorry, I though you understood that I had cancelled my order - as I was waiting for you I realized that I didn’t really feel like sushi after all.” This is true, actually - sushi was my wife’s idea and I remembered I had leftover lasagna waiting.
Now this is bothering me a bit. My wife was mortified and had no problem expressing that - and ordinarily I am not a “difficult” customer; I know that customer service is difficult and hate people that are assholes servers. On the other hand, I feel bad that they went ahead and prepared my order and had to bin it.
But I had decided against it and said so, so I don’t feel responsible for that. I also don’t think it’s reasonable to leave a customer standing there for that length of time, I think that well before the five minute mark she should have asked the other party to “hold” and allowed me to finish my business and sit down with my wife.
I know that if I feel crap about it it’s probably not for nothing, I could have explained myself better and maybe ought to have taken the order anyway, but I had honestly lost the taste for it.
The worst thing is that it’s my wife’s favourite sushi place and right on the way home from work, so at some point I am going to have to confront it. Hell, I am partial to the place, myself. The owner and the sushi assembly guys are friendly to the point of remembering tiny personal details disclosed at the last visit and asking follow-up questions about them. This girl was a new hire.
The whole situation was so atypical, in both the poor level of service and my reaction to it. Usually, they are awesome - and I am usually mellow to the point of milquetoast when it comes to my expectations. I probably would have just put up with it if I was craving sushi myself, but I stood there long enough waiting to get pretty damned sour.
What’s the right thing to do, here? Mild complaint letter? Abject apology? Some weird combo?