I have to speak out. I am completely over womans petty jealousies toward each other. I love the company of women, and my wife Etty is one of the most gracious woman youll ever meet she does not come with attitude- but I have seen some vicious stunts that women have pulled to make each other feel inferior. ITS TRUE. Take for example tonight. We tried to get a rez at this restaurant Kalapawai. We walk in the manager sees Etty. I see that look fill in her eyes.She is gonna punish Etty cause Ettys pretty. Its gonna be 45 mins. OK, I say (that throws her). I ordered a bottle of wine, even offer the hostess a glass, (were not allowed to drink at work). Ok, so I cant bribe her into being decent to us, but I have 5 kids with me. Please just let us get seated. People are being seated who came in after us. Tables are open, people who came after us by half an hour are seated and eating. Im carrying on conversations with strangers and now Im entertaining. We are waiting at what they are calling the bar with 5 boys ages 4 up to 12. As we wait, another woman with her date enters. The boyfriend gives Etty a nice look over; sending his girlfriend into an emotional tailspin. Could you move your handbag over? Children shouldnt be sitting at this bar.It was not even a bar. It was seats against a wall. NOT A BAR. No bartenders. By now we are coming up on an hour. A glass gets knocked over (I blame the manager for all of this) Etty has had words now with the woman at the bar and Etty is a mother eagle- so now theres trouble in the air. I finally lost it at an hour and ten minutes- and went up to the front of the restaurant. Give me my bill for the wine I want to get out of here.I am the most polite person you will ever meet- but I had not been seated in an hour and ten- I did not want to eat there anymore. I paid up and we exited the premisses. I saw the girl with her date laughing at us- thats ok; your date fantasizes to prettier girls than you. But the gaul of that manager. Girls, if you want to be mean to each other, I guess I see why. You all have to compete for husbands i get it but I have children with me and you all know how they melt down when their blood sugar hits the floor. Your a restaurant manager whos working to pay her rent. I need to feed these kids. Thats all thats going on here. Theres no beauty pageant. No one here is out to win your man. Now the restaurant manager is back pedaling. Can I offer your children a muffin? That was the most lucent moment of the entire evening. A muffin?...................... NO, I dont want a muffin! The only redeeming part to this charade was when we all got back in the car, I turned to the boys and asked strait Anybody want a muffin? That made us howl.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 10:03:54 +0000
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