my internet has been giving me problems so this is my first chance to tell you about my interesting friday night at Chevy's.
In lieu of Justin's comment about how good it is, Aaron and I realized we still had a craving for it once again. We got seated and the waitress told us the specials including this enticing Margarita Sampler. Ooooooo. Four half size flavors for $10 which considering hte food was so cheep we thought would be a good deal for splitting between the two of us. Our food arrived and I was unfortunately missing a part of my meal which I kindly mentioned to our food server who immediately fell over himself apologizing and ordered up the rest of my food. Then the waitress came to apologize too. I'm thinking "goodness, either they've been slammed with problems tonight and this is how they fix it or they're just incredibly almost overly nice" Well, it was tested only a few minutes later when they brought us the trough of drinks. I pick up the prettiest one first (I'm SUCH a girl) and take a sip only to feel something poking my lip. "eww" I think "big chuck of salt" I had a chancre sore inside my lip where I'd bit myself multiple times eating the day before and didn't want it irritating it any more. So I wipe it away with my thumb and "OW! SALT!" I exclaim when my thumb starts hurting and I wipe it with my napkin. I retrieve my thumb from my lap only to find a piece of glass protruding from my thumb and I'm starting to bleed. "Aaron, dont' touch the drinks" and I showed him my thumb. Well needless to say I was kinda freaked because I almost swallowed it but of course was just as calm because 1. I didn't and 2. it hardly cut my thumb. IN fact I felt rather bad having to find the waitress and tell her what happened. Of course this THEN ensued an almost riotous callamity of managers and bartenders and whatnot crowding around asking if I was ok and what they could do. Yes I understand they just assumed I would scream "SUE SUE SUE!" but I'm not like that. I wasn't hurt and thats what mattered. I got bandaids falling in my lap. The busboy is personally escorting me to the bathroom to make sure I can properly clean the ITTY BITTY cut. BAh, it was to the point of "OK, people, I'm ok. so you can leave me to eat now" But finally it calmed down and it was just every 5 mintues someone came by to apologize and see if we needed anything. WEll, in the end we stuffed ourselves to the gills and they comped our drinks (they new ones they brought us of course) and we were happy with that. But I almost think this was a little sign to me for what happened at Arby's a few days before. Where as there I was furious at the staffs inability to put the right food in my bag, at Chevy's they were incredibly nice and did the right thing all the way. Which is why I'm writing them and their corporate office a letter telling them how much I appreciated what they did. MORE people should take the time to praise when praise is due especially in the retail and food world. WE get shit on more than anything else but no one ever thinks to let someone know when its a good thing. I want them to know they rock. So if you ever go to Chevy's, try to get seated in Karah C.'s section and don't worry about glass, it WAS just a freak accident. :)
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