Valentines Day has come and gone, and millions of couple everywhere has enjoyed a lovely evening of dinning/romance. Unfortunately I am not one of these happy folks. That’s right, it’s as bad as you could imagine; I had bad restaurant experience and am fraught with WPP.
The indignity of it all! First, they didn’t great me at the front desk for like, 8 minutes. So rude! Then we were seated in a cramped section of the restaurant where I was hit anytime someone moved their arms. They screwed up the order, didn’t have the advertised selection of beer/wine, the service was really bad, the food was overpriced and worst of all poorly cooked and of course took about 14 times longer than I would have liked. This is the short abridged version of my evening, that doesn’t include my mid-dinner melt-down where I attempted to jump out the window while simultaneously lighting myself on fire with the tiny candles on my fellow patron’s tables.
Now when confronted with a bad dinning experience, I did what any normal, rational person would do. I tipped 3 percent, and then burned the restaurant down. Just kidding, I tipped 4 percent. I still burned it down.
After my PiC’s warranted and obligatory lambasting of the restaurant on Yelp, we have also decided to write them a strongly worded letter asking for a refund (I’m holding my breath for that to work).
The restaurant I picked for my romantic evening had such promise. Rave reviews, universal praise and notes for a fantastic bar. So what happened? WTF HAPPENED?! Why did it suck so badly? The answer is new owners. Ill show you.
These dorks ruined my night. They recently bought the restaurant and are driving it into the ground. I blame them. I blame them and so does the world. They took my lovely evening and the stomped on it with their mindless inefficiencies. They ruined my night.
I could go on; however what I realize is I am experiencing an extreme case of WPP, probably the most extreme case in a while. Honestly, who cares about this issue? This is not a real problem. I was not injured (save for my self immolation) and I was not robbed (save for my overpriced meal). Although I will surely remember this evening as silly, I can walk away knowing I have no real issues.
Except for EXTREME WPP!