Disclaimer: If you like to smoke, this is not against you, knock yourself out and have one for me or something. This is about my annoyance at a hostess.
My bestest pal and I were all ready to go out for a night of fun. After a tough week of not feeling well (nothing contagious, just my body misbehaving) we were really looking forward to dinner and our favourite comic at a new comedy club. Because I have severe reactions to smoke, I make a point to plan ahead medication wise and time/seating wise. We made a point to purchase our tickets for the non-smoking show, how were we to know that dinner would cause the problem?
We decided on this nifty little Italian restaurant in my neighbourhood. The hostess, who was not too into her task perkily asked us: smoking or non? We replied no smoking, thanks. Would anyone care to guess where she tried to plop us down? If you guess in the area designated non smoking, directly next to the bar and tables designated smoking, you get a gold star. I paused, bestest pal and I kind of looked at each other for a second and I said, “Is that the smoking section?” She nodded yes, and I politely asked to be moved further away from the smoking section. She moved us two tables away. I, again politely, explained to her, that we didn’t want to be anywhere near smoking, as far away as possible. She became frustrated and moved us two more tables away. Finally, bestest pal informs her that I have an epi-pen in my purse, and unless she wants my face to bloat up like I’m Tina after a discussion with Ike (a reference she didn’t get) and then stop breathing, thus needing to call an ambulance, we really, really needed to be faaaaaaaar away from the smoking section. Apparently, bestest pal’s more aggressive style worked, and we were placed on the other side of the restaurant. It really shouldn’t have been that hard. Had we not been in such a hurry, we’d have mentioned it to the manager that night. Since we were, we called at a later date, but haven’t gotten a chance to go back and take part of the yummy food.
So, to the dingiest hostess I have yet to encounter: I realize that this is probably your first hostess job, many of those who work in restaurants in my area are still in high school and trying to get experience. Learning is a good thing. For the love of all that is holy and pooh bear though, if someone asks for no smoking, they mean no smoking, not two steps away from it. Hopefully, you’ve learned and all is right at the tasty eatery now, but if not, I hope that you get some itchy bumps in a place you just can’t reach, and when you can reach them, scratching them only makes things worse.
The comedy show rocked and the new club had a very high nifty factor, so fortunately, her lack of a fully functional brain didn’t really impact the evening, the memory just grates on occasion.