vonlisbon's post reminded me of an incident a little bit ago:I had went to Gettysburg, PA with a friend a while back and had eaten the most delicious meal at a restaurant we found in the town. It was flounder stuffed with crab cake and drowning in butter. My husband and I took a short day trip to Gettysburg not too long ago and I was absolutely psyched about going back to this restaurant and getting that same dish.
So we go to the restaurant, order appetizers, drinks, and of course the dish I had wanted. When the waitress comes with our entrees, she serves me a fillet of flounder. Just flounder. I tell her that I didn't order this, but rather the flounder stuffed with crab. She looks at me for a few seconds and then says, "No, you ordered the fillet of flounder, not the stuffed flounder." I reply, "No...I ordered the stuffed flounder." She counters with, "No, I remember you said the fillet of flounder." I say, "Well, I ordered the stuffed flounder, so...I would have said the stuffed flounder..." She then looks at my husband with a pained expression. He's a bit confused as to why she's looking at him, and he says, "Yep...she ordered the stuffed flounder." The waitress siiiiighs, shakes her head and says, "Alright, I'll see what I can do." She comes back and says that the main dish would take another 30 minutes, but they can just give me a crab cake, if that would be okay. I said okay, because I didn't want to deal with it anymore. I started eating my flounder and it was freaking full of bones and my crabcake was old and stale. Bleh.
I just don't get what arguing with me was going to do. And why look at my husband? Was he to expose my tale of lies? Needless to say, my love affair with that particular restaurant ended.