My Saturday Night Out

Since I got married, I don't get out very much anymore.  It's not my choice, but it's the routine.
I wanted to go out to eat with my husband at Carrabba's as last weekend we should've gone there to eat, but picked a different place and I was regretful.

So off we went to Carrabba's.  Usually we go around the time they open up in the afternoon during the week to avoid crowds.  This week my husband only had Friday and Saturday off so we didn't have much of a choice.  Friday there was a bad snow storm that kept us in so we would've gone then, but we couldn't.

It looked really busy.  We got there around 5, maybe 5:10, got in line, got our pager and waited.  It ended up only being about 5 minutes before the pager went off so they were doing good so far.  Though I was thinking I don't want to sit near the bar because you almost always get bad service in that area, but I didn't say anything when they sat us near the bar.

So we took off our coats, looked at the menu, talked about what we were going to get and waited....and waited....and waited.
No one came to our table although we did see two separate waitress serving others tables near us.  People got seated after us and got service right away.  This was not going to be a good night I could see it already. 
After 10 minutes of nothing, my husband got mad (as usual) and was about to do something that would embarrass me so I went to the front desk and asked for the manager.  She told me she would get a waitress right away, and I told her no, I still want to speak with a manager. 
So when I got back to the table there was a waitress there apologizing to my husband saying no one had told her she was supposed to get our table, would we like some water, or do we still want the manager?
He told her he still wanted the manager.  (Water is not a good substitute for a manager last time I checked.)
So a guy named Jeremy came to our table and I was about to ask my husband if he wanted me to handle it, but he was already speaking before I could so off he went.
He insulted Jeremy by asking if he was the real manager, and was he sure, because he looked like a bartender.  He told him how we sat there for 10 minutes waiting and no one helped us....No water, no introduction, no nothing.
Jeremy agreed with my husband, that was terrible, but he was trying to make the rest of the night better he said - he offered us a free meal, but I looked at my husband and was afraid they would spit in our food so we left without anything...I was last to see Jeremy when my husband ran ahead and I said thanks and that I could see they were busy.  He said sorry and that someone had called in sick.
I was disappointed as that was going to be our anniversary dinner and I had been looking forward to it for 2 weeks but I'm pretty sure we can't go back there for awhile. 

So we went to this new Mexican restaurant around the corner that always smelled good when we passed by it on the road.  They were worse than Carrabba's and had a wait time of 45 minutes which we couldn't do.  So we walked in then went right back out.

We talked about Uno's, but they were about 30 miles away.  So we started driving off with no particular destination.

I suggested Boston Market as we both like their food and we could just pick it up and go home without having to wait and without it being fast food.  He agreed so he ordered an individual chicken meal and I ordered 3 little sandwiches they called sliders.  The drive thru wasn't that busy so I was hopeful we could eat soon at home.
So we're in the drive thru lane, he pays, and sees the receipt only has his meal on it.  He gets the girls attention and asked about it.  She didn't know we wanted my order as well, even though my husband had ordered that first.  She rang up a separate transaction and then we were waiting, and waiting, and waiting.  She opened the window and asked if we could pull up around and she would bring it out to us as soon as the turkey was done for my sandwiches.  So we pulled up and looked inside.  They were really busy in there.  The line went almost to the outside door.  So we waited, and waited, and waited.  Finally, my husband could take no more and went inside while I sat in the car watching.  I saw him get everyone's attention in the restaurant so I'm glad I was not in there.  I have no idea what he said or how loud he said it, I only know everyone in the restaurant turned to look at him.  Then I saw him wait and wait and wait.  I must've sat in that car waiting just for him to come back for another 5 minutes when we had already sat in the car together waiting for 10.  15 minutes for 3 little sandwiches?  I was fed up as well and ready to tell him to get a refund and I would make my own dinner at home.  I pulled the keys out of the ignition and went inside.  Just as I was getting to where my husband stood, he got a bag handed to him and the girl was offering him free dessert which was declined by me and I asked to just go home. 
I worried that someone might have spit in my food which I asked my husband if he had any idea whether they had the opportunity or if he gave them reason to.  He said he didn't swear at them so I'm hoping no one did.  I ate them when we got home and my husband shared his dinner with me as well, as I had ordered too little food for myself. 
I was brought to tears by the whole evening just by frustration and embarrassment from my husband at Carrabba's.  I know we shouldn't have waited 10 minutes to get someone's attention, but I don't think it's right to be rude to strangers either.

So that was Saturday night.  We ended up watching The Walking Dead for the second time that night, and making cinnamon buns for dessert.
Overall, it was a terrible evening when all I wanted to do was have a nice meal out and get out of the house that I'm stuck in most of the time....if just for a little while.