And to make matters worse, the waitress insulted me. (I have Asperger's Syndrome (a form of autism), and even though it isnt very obvious, i sometimes have problems in social situations.)
Waitress: *wanders to our table* and what would u like today?
Me: *stutters, doesnt make eye-contact, and says my order*
Waitress: ^______^ *big grin* I should have asked her an easier question.
Me: *depressed*
Later on, i ended up feeling sorry for her, because she did a poor job, rarely checked on us, and had to deal with my Dad literally yelling at her because his ribs tasted horrible, the service was bad, she was lazy...etc. My dad tends to go a little overboard when it comes to his food.
