by Alan
(Cleveland, OH, USA)
My 90-year father is visiting town, and he took my wife and I out to dinner. He brought his 85-year-old sister along, my aunt. Not typical of most 90 year olds, my dad is very healthy and alert, having been a lifelong athlete and non-smoker. (He still plays golf three times a week.) We went to a popular upscale steak house. I had suggested a pancake house, but he said, "No, let's go some place nice."
Well, from the start, I saw that the waiter was kind of a dud. He just mumbled and spoke so quietly that I could barely hear him. We had to keep asking him to repeat himself, just so we could understand what he was saying. But we struggled though it. We finally ordered our dinners. My dad ordered a steak burger with mustard, and my wife ordered a steak burger, and she also mentioned "with mustard." I ordered a medium rare steak burger. The dinner finally came, and the waiter brought a small cup of ketchup with the meals, and he left. My dad and wife were both looking around on the table for a jar of mustard. But there was none. I put ketchup on my burger, as did my aunt.
My dad and my wife were both hoping the waiter would come back so they could remind him to bring some mustard, but he didn't. After about 4 minutes, my dad asked another passing waitress to "please bring us some mustard." She said, "okay", but another 4 minutes went by, still no mustard, and their burgers were starting to get cold. I thought about getting up to go ask the manager to bring us some mustard, but my dad beat me to it. He got up and walked over to the cash register and asked if we could have some mustard. The person behind the register went into the kitchen herself and brought us back two cups of mustard.
A few more minutes went by and our assigned waiter came back to our table. He happened to look at me, and he mumbled, "Is everything okay?" I said, "No, in fact, it isn't. You're not doing your job. We've been sitting here waiting for mustard all this time to put on our hamburgers." He said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'll go get you some." I said, "Forget it, someone did your job and brought it to us." Again, he apologized, and he left.
This is where the problem starts. My dad got an angry expression on his face and he snapped at me, "You had no place saying anything to him. I'm paying for this meal, and neither I or your wife felt it was necessary to say anything." I said, "The waiter asked me if everything was okay, and I wanted to let him know it wasn't." Again, he snapped at me that it wasn't my place to say anything, as he was the one paying for dinner. This got me quite upset, and I said, "I'm done. I don't have to go through this humiliation." I told my wife that we should leave, but she just said, "Calm down." So, I went outside for a cigarette. I came back after about ten minutes, but I didn't bother to finish the rest of my meal, as my stomach was in knots because of his admonition.
After my dad paid the bill, we all walked outside. I had regained my composure enough and I apologized for walking out because I was upset. He said, "When I take you out to dinner, I'll decide whether or not to complain, not you." So, I responded with, "It wasn't any big deal. If that's how you feel, there just won't be any more dinners then. I don't need this." There was a big awkward pause at that point. I hugged my aunt and we all said goodbye.
When we got in the car my wife said to me, "He's 90 years old, and he's 'Old school', he has his set of rules of what's proper and what isn't." I said, "It was just the four of us, this wasn't a big formal family dinner with all the relatives. The waiter didn't ask my dad if everything was okay, he asked me."