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Lord Shitzu (lordshitzu) wrote,
@ 2004-12-31 23:32:00
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    Current mood: amused
    Current music:None

    Of Dinner and Smoking
    Well, I had a huge dinner at Yanni's, the Greek restaurant on Algonquin, next to Mitsuwa. It was pretty damn good as usual.

    My parents got a table in the smoking section, since they smoke, and at one point, after we'd been there for a while, they began to smoke. Next to us was this table filled with old people, probably about 6-7 old men and women, and one of the women proceeded to tell my parents that this was the no-smoking section. Of course, that was untrue, since the reservation had been made specifically for a smoking section, we'd been given an ashtray, and people at a table on the other side of us were smokers.

    Anyway, my mom told them as much, and though their quarrel with us seemed to be over, they started acting like they were horrified, like someone had just spit in their faces, and made a big deal of asking for their check and leaving right away. One old man in particular, got up and started yelling all over the place, they all started to leave, and this old man stopped along the way, screaming at the top of his lungs at the entire restaurant, and at the staff, about how he had wanted the no-smoking section and how he "can't abide this smoking business." The whole staff were trying to pacify this guy while he screamed about what a great disservice he'd been served.

    It was kind of surreal. I mean everyone knows the expression "making a scene" but it's relatively rare that you get to see a clinical example of people flipping out and making a scene. I mean hell, I hate smoking, but there's a decent way to complain about mistakes in service and then there's the douchebag way, and the latter should be socially unacceptable, free speech or not.

    Anyway, that's my story, and I felt like relating it since it was just such a bizarre thing to happen, and now, I'm going to go drink champagne and duly celebrate the start of yet another odd-numbered year (even-numbered years are far superior, though I suppose 5 may be an exception, being half of 10 and all that).



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