Posted by Racer on January 26, 2008, at 23:52:08
In reply to Re: Thanks to everyone » Racer, posted by DAisym on January 25, 2008, at 15:19:48
To celebrate the new SexyRacerMobile, Mr X and I drove up to the City and picked my mother up from work -- without telling her about the new car. Then we all went out to dinner, where I found more evidence of progress.
The restaurant we went to is one we'd eaten in several times, and it was always quite good. Tonight, the prices were higher, they had put in far more tables -- and the food was really appalling. My dinner was inedible -- now, I'm a picky eater to begin with, of course, but the chicken was chewy and dry as if it had been sitting under a heat lamp. (This is a very expensive restaurant at this point, by the way -- there was *no* excuse for it.) I sent it back. The manager/owner wasn't pleased, and came over to ask what the problem was? I told him it was inedible, and asked to have it replaced. The replacement was even worse -- so I sent it back, too. By then, my mother and husband were finished eating, so I just sent it back, no replacement. The owner came by again, to ask what the problem was. He was very pushy -- "we sell a lot of these, and no one has ever complained before." I did feel myself flushing, and I felt very embarrassed, but I simply reiterated that the food was not edible, and that I was sending it back. I'm proud of myself, because I did something about it, and I didn't just back down from the owner, I didn't burst into tears when he was insisting there was nothing wrong with the food. (Implication, I guess, being that there was something wrong with *me.*)
Everyone's right, of course, when they tell me the action comes first -- eventually the feelings may catch up... (Even my T told me the other day that sometimes the feelings don't quite catch up...)
Yeay, Racer!!!
(That last was the really scary part...)
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