Recently, a reader by the name of Shelli sent me the link to a website called Baby Center because someone had posted a comment that she felt I could appreciate it. And when I say “appreciate” I mean “totally rip it apart.” Shelli was right. I have left the bad spelling and punctuation to fully illustrate the original writer’s intent. Here is the comment and the original link:
My dh, dd and I went out to lunch. I went to the bathroom as we were seated. When I got back to the table the waitress was getting the drink order. He says I ordered you a rasberry lemonade. Great. Ok. Fast forward to our bill and I see it was an alcoholic drink. Wth! I gave my 19 mo daughter some. So he’s pissed and I’m super upset. He asked for a lemonade and she said they had rasberry lemonade. And that was it. She then saw me come to the table with an 8 month belly because she had to step out of the way for me to sit. So we ask her and she said that she thought it was a personal preference and she knew she was serving me from the bar. She didnt think she needed to tell us that the lemonade was alcoholic. I am seeing red. Ask to speak the manager and all he saysis he will talk to the servers about it. And the drink was off the check.at that point I had to leave because I’m crying and freaking out that my dd had hard liquor.I’m not sure what to do now. Write a letterto owners? Bad online rere views? What else can i do?
Where to start? First off, I don’t know what “dh” and “dd” means. I have this awful feeling that it means Darling Husband and Darling Daughter, but I just pulled that out of my ass and could be totally wrong. So, basically, the waitress brought this prego lady a raspberry (raspberry has a P in it, by the way.) lemonade assuming that the man had read the menu and knew what he was ordering. A few minutes later when the waitress saw the 8-month baby bump popping out of the probable tube-top, she probably though, “Meh, another pregnant lady having a cocktail. Whatever.”
It is not the server’s job to be worry about the consequences of customers food and beverage choices. If a waitress told an obese woman that she should probably order a salad and Diet Coke instead of a milkshake and a bacon double cheeseburger with curly fries, people would be all, “it’s none of her fucking business what she orders!” But when it comes to alcohol and pregnant ladies, people want servers to be judge and jury. Can’t have it both ways, folks.
Prego is also upset that the waitress didn’t feel the need to tell her DD that the drink was an alcoholic beverage. Well guess what, Prego. Maybe your Darling Husband should have read the fucking menu so he’d know what he was ordering. You ever think of that? If the only lemonade they offer is on the menu under the alcoholic drinks, then why would the waitress just assume that he didn’t know what he was ordering?
And whose fault is it that you gave your Darling Daughter a sip? Yours, honey. I don’t think that waitress stuck a Crazy Straw into the glass and forced it to your daughter’s lips. Besides, if you drank a whole glass of lemonade that was spiked and you didn’t even notice it, it probably only had about an ounce of liquor in it. Your daughter is fine. The bigger risk is that she is going to contact herpes simplex 1 and catch a raging case of cold sores from sharing your glass.
The manager told you he’d talk to the servers about it and then he took the drink off your check. What else do you want? Would you like him to pump your stomach? Or maybe he can get into his time machine and go back forty minutes so he can come to your table while you are in the restroom and tell your Dumbass (I like that way better than darling) Husband to read the fucking menu so he knows what he is ordering. You may have been “seeing red” but all that manager saw was a hormonal pregnant lady wailing about something that was nobody’s fault but her own.
And now you want to know what to do? Of course your first thought is to write a bad online review. That’ll do it, Prego. The world needs more whining on Yelp because there isn’t quite enough of that yet. And then maybe write a letter to the owner so they’ll know that your husband didn’t pay attention to the menu and then the waitress brought what he asked for and then made the decision to let you have what your ordered. Yeah, do that.
Good luck with the birth of your upcoming crotch dumpling. Maybe the waitress should have confirmed that the only lemonade they offered had alcohol in it, but more importantly, the DH should have ordered something that he read on the fucking menu.