Well, I only had one post in 2010; I guess that means my year was relatively calm. But, sure enough, here I am sitting in my living room, pissed about some events that occurred last weekend, and 2011 is still in its infancy. This time, it was the idiots at a local Carrabba's that worked me up. To be honest, there wasn't anything that anyone in the restaurant did to me personally; rather, it was the obscene amount of morons that were waiting to be seated that made me want to break somebody's face.
Our night's plans were simple: we were to meet up with some friends, go to dinner, and see a movie. My wife and I had a gift certificate to the delicious Italian eatery as did the couple we were meeting. Perfect, right? Well, we arrived at the restaurant around 7:30 p.m. expecting a typical fifteen to twenty minute wait. The parking lot traffic was minimal, so things started off as planned. However, once we arrived at the doorway into the restaurant, we noticed that there was a ridiculous amount of people waiting. I'm not talking about ten to fifteen people either; I'm talking about forty to fifty. Literally.
Obviously, we knew we weren't going to eat here, but we decided to check on the wait anyway. The response from the hostess: 85 minutes. 85 minutes! Seriously. And if the hostess says 85 minutes, it's more likely going to be 100. An hour and forty minutes of waiting just to have someone else make me a plate of Chicken Alfredo. Except, no one was going to make me anything at this restaurant on that night because I'm not dumb enough to wait that long.
What bothers me is this: there were roughly fifty people willing and ready to wait over an hour and half to eat at Carrabba's. Let's examine this for a moment. Here are a list of ten other things I could do in an hour and forty minutes that are much better than waiting to be served a hot plate of fucking pasta: see an entire move; drive to the city, get Slow's to go, and drive back to the suburbs; watch almost all of a college basketball game; sleep. All of these are better options than waiting in a crowded restaurant while servers try angrily to get around me while carrying plates of the food for which I'm salivating. Yet, fifty people thought this was a great option.
This leads me to one main conclusion: we, as Americans, are really fucking lazy. I mean seriously fucking lazy. Some of these people selfishly forced their young, hungry children to stand next to them while their fat asses sat on the uncomfortable waiting area benches because they would rather wait an obnoxious amount of time for someone else to cook for them than spend twenty minutes cooking a pot of mostaccioli themselves.
At this point, we were already far from home and out with our friends, so we tried one more place, which had a long wait as well, and ended up at Pizza Hut. Yup, we ate at an actual sit-down Pizza Hut. But you know what? Fuck it. I was much happier eating amongst a bunch of families that were looking for a cheap way to feed a lot of people as a treat than eating amongst a bunch of people who were so lazy that they would actually wait nearly two hours for restaurant food.
First idiots of the year: the morons waiting for an hour and forty minutes at Carrabba's.
