the Costco King
i went on an epic date that i've referenced a few times... here's a little excerpt from that eve:
dude asked me out and had a restaurant in mind.
he claimed to be a "foodie" and loved dropping (in my opinion) c-list restaurants in nyc.
we go to said restaurant (where i had never before been).
while we're waiting for our table (he was incredibly bugged about the fact that we had to wait), he barked at the hostess to bring (and this isn't a restaurant with a bar, it's not exactly a drink-while- you-wait restaurant)
"half diet coke/half regular coke, diet on the bottom, light ice and a lemon."
horrified. i was horrified. who orders a drink like that?! and honestly, a gentleman would ask the lady if she'd like a beverage, then ask kindly if the hostess would do something outside of her job description and procure a refreshment while we wait....
it gets worse.....
we perused the menu while we waited.
HIM: (incredulous!!) $24 for ROASTED CHICKEN!?!? i could get that for $5 at COSTCO!!!
ME: we could leave and go to costco.... before they seat us.....
HIM: i'm so sure! like YOU would eat at COSTCO?!
(ok, at this point, i hate this man...... how dare he act as if i was the one high maintenance enough to demand a restaurant price point...i'm also completely desperate to hit Costco... i wouldn't have to suffer thru 3 full courses with him + i could get a hot dog and a DC= heaven)
ME: actually, i love Costco chicken & hot dogs! i'd be happy to go there.
HIM: pppppssshshhhhh! yeah right! but you know what we SHOULD do; the second they seat us, flip the table and walk out on them for making us wait....
and it just got better from there........