1-Star Review for Another Stupid Reason

picmonkey-sampleOne of my hobbies, in addition to doing tequila shots and saving matchbooks from bars that have gently asked me to never come back, is trolling through the land of Yelp reviews to see if anything can awaken my need to bitch online. I also find that it can be a good way for me to educate the average consumer on the ways of the restaurant world. While perusing, lo and behold, a review popped out at me that made my eyes water with joy. I had found a woman named Edithe who, instead of using toilet paper, decided to use Yelp to wipe her butt. It seems that Miss Edithe forgot her credit card at a certain Melting Pot and pretty much wanted to blame anyone but herself for her forgetfulness and the inconvenience of getting it back.

She begins her review with the usual 1-star complaints:

“okay but inconsistent portions”
“it seemed very unorganized and we felt forgotten”

But then she goes on to explain that the next day while shopping, she realized she had left her credit card at the restaurant. She immediately rushed out of the Dollar Tree, where she was buying off-brand Oreos, pantyhose and an inordinate amount of canned baked beans, to retrieve her card from the Melting Pot. The nice woman at the restaurant told her the card was there in the safe. She also mentioned how many people had happened to leave their credit card that night as well, suggesting that perhaps the waitress was returning the cards in an inconspicuous place that was causing people to not take them. “Bummed that (she) had to drive back out there,” when Edithe got to Melting Pot, she parked in a tow away zone and rushed inside to retrieve her card. When she told the bartender that she was in a hurry, he supposedly said, “so we’re supposed to hurry up for you because you made a mistake and forgot your credit card?”

Hold up.

Stop it.

Wait a minute.

Do we really know that he for sure said something so amazingly rude, standoffish and downright asshole-like? Because, oh my God, I hope so!

Sorry, Edithe. Maybe he could have been a little bit nicer in the way he expressed his thoughts, but he is so completely right. You are the one who left your credit card. You are the one who chose to park in the tow away zone. The world does not revolve around you and your needs, Lady Fondue. I can’t help but notice that you have written a total of 11 reviews for Yelp. Of those 11 reviews, 7 of them are 1-star. Might the problem be you? Could that maybe be what the issue is? Perhaps you always have disappointing service and bad experiences because you get what you put out there. Just a hunch. I’m probably wrong and you’re just an utter delight to be around.

Edithe ends her review with a warning to other diners:

“Keep a close eye on your credit card, lest it end up in their safe with the other 40 forgotten credit cards and you have to drive all the way back over there just to be treated with contempt.”

Apparently, the manger told her how common it was for people to forget their credit card. So common, in fact, that he had about 40 cards in his safe at that very moment. It sounds like she doesn’t believe him. What she doesn’t know is that this restaurant did her a favor. If they would have called to let the credit card company know a customer had left their card behind, the credit card company would immediately deactivate it and ask them to destroy it. Maybe the next time Miss Edithe leaves her card at restaurant, she’d like that better. Just cancel the card so she can have something else to complain about on Yelp.

Bottom line: if you forget your credit card at the restaurant, it’s nobody’s fault but your own. Deal with it.

Read Edithe S.‘s review of The Melting Pot on Yelp


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