We had an incident in I-Hop earlier today. We were sitting at a table and the waiter walked by us twice without saying a word. A white family was seated after we were seated. The waiter walked right over to them and began talking to them and being friendly. He walked by us three more times and didn't say a word. I looked at my husband and said, "If he walks by us one more time. I am going to act a fool." My husband smiled and said, "Calm down. Let's give him five more minutes." I had every intention of giving the guy five more minutes, except, he walked by us and gave the white family their drinks. I was livid at that moment. I stood up, walked up to the front of the restaurant and asked someone, "Who is our waiter?" The person responded, "Chris." I said, "He has walked by us four or five times and has not said a word to us!" A waitress walked up to us and said, "Come on, Baby and sit in my section and I will get you feed quickly." We sat in her section.
We got our food. We got a discount. I was heated though. My husband cracked on me the whole way home. It was kind of funny.
We were in San Antonio. There aren't that many African-Americans in San Antonio. We have a tendency to be bad tippers. (My husband and I are great tippers, though.) I think that is why Chris acted a fool with us. It can't be said that he didn't see us.
Oh well. Why did somebody have to act a fool with us on the last day of our vacation?
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