Upon my return to the restaurant I was promptly ignored. No one even made eye contact. And I was at the counter. A woman who I would assume is a manager because she was not in uniform but in business wear was busy chatting away and laughing with a customer about her children, another waitress was writing something, the one who I previously spoke with was just walking around totally oblivious. I. was. livid. Then my husband joined me upstairs, took one look at my face, and knew I was upset. Finally, the cashier looked up at me and asked if I was getting through to which I sternly replied, "No."
Needless to say I was eventually taken care of, I shook my head in frustration, grudgingly paid my bill, took my food and left vowing that was the end of that relationship for me.