My poor enchiladas

Tonight George and I dined in a new Mexican restaurant. We ate about half of what we ordered, and I planned to take the rest to work for lunch tomorrow. We gave it to the busboy and asked him if he'd wrap it up.

The busboy never brought our food back.

Finally, when the waitress came over, I told her the busboy took my enchiladas (about half of our dinner) and never came back with it. She said "oh, he's in training, he probably threw it out."

Oh. Well. That was about half of our dinner.

"Well, I'll go check for you."

She came back about 5 minutes later. "Sorry, he threw it out."

Ok.

Duh.

Do you think, like, maybe you could find some more enchiladas back there and, like, just put them in a box for me?

It's a Mexican restaurant. I don't think they were lacking in tortillas and cheese. You order enchiladas from a Mexican kitchen and they're usually on your table in about 5 minutes.

I don't blame the busboy for making a mistake. But now I blame the fucking waitress for not getting off her ASS to try to make amends.

I understand he threw out my enchiladas. I understand it was a mistake. I also understand he works for this restaurant. Last I heard, business establishments take responsibility for the employees' honest mistakes. Just bring me some enchiladas. In a box. I paid for them. This should not be difficult.

Ok, so you could care less that the busboy threw out my enchiladas? You could care less that I paid for this food and you just threw it out?

Damn mad. Mommie Dearest mad.

George is like "Tom, calm down, it's just some enchiladas. Who cares?"

I agree, it's just some enchiladas, but it wasn't my mistake! I paid for them! I don't have to have the exact same enchiladas he took back to the kitchen! It was a mistake! But I'm not the one running the business here! Why should I have to fork over another $12 to get the enchiladas? The kitchen can absorb this error. It will cost the kitchen maybe $1 to replace my enchiladas. No one seems to care. This annoys me.

So I approach the gentleman at the host stand. I tell him that the busboy accidentally threw out my enchiladas and that I'd like the waitress to get the kitchen to give me some to take home.

"Well, English isn't their first language, so you should try to remember that."

???

"Ok, I'll remember that, and I don't want the busboy to get in trouble. But I'd still like some enchiladas. I already paid for them. Is the kitchen out of tortillas and cheese? Can't they make me some more?"

"Ok, I'll see what I can do."

Meanwhile, George is chatting with the waitress now, saying "god, I wish he's just let it go already."

So I left, because a) my boyfriend could care less that the restaurant is screwing me out of my enchiladas, and b) the host, by this time, is surely digging something out of the garbage for me to take home.

I heard George say "hey, where are you going?"

To find someone who understands. It's the enchiladas. All I wanted was another plate of enchiladas.

I paid for them.

I liked them. I wanted them for lunch.

And now I'm sad.

I bet that if a busboy at Uniquely Yours Pastry accidentally threw away my petit four, Jennifer would give me another one. In fact, I bet that even if I dropped my petit four by accident, and it was all my fault, that she would still probably give me another one. That's why I will be a repeat customer.