We arrived at the restaurant. While waiting for a table to clear, we used our time wisely and made our entrée decisions while keeping possession of that remote light-up vibrating thing that restaurants lend you.
Our moment came.
Our do-dad vibrated and lit up.
We were seated, then greeted… and not only did our waiter introduce himself and take our drink orders, but he also accommodated us even more by taking our entrée orders, since we had our choices prepared ahead of time.
I’ve been in other restaurants where the server actually would not take anything more than the drink requests first—even if the party was ready and willing. I’m not sure if this is some kind of universal system shared across the majority of restaurants. Maybe it is. And if it is, this very action of “bundling” our order (drinks + entrées) right off the bat may have rocked the boat. Who knows?
The fact that it was Mother’s Day eve didn’t stop us both from bringing something to occupy us during our wait. My wife, who runs her own business, chiseled through some very important-yet-confusing documents that had a fast-approaching deadline.
And I didn’t mind; I brought a book I was reading (Gary Keller’s “The ONE Thing” in case you were wondering. Highly recommended).
William returned to our table with our drinks and of course, we just got to work, taking advantage of the wait-time to be productive and get some things completed while the main course was being prepared.