Hubby and I went out on a lunch date yesterday to Fridays.
Remember back in the day when Fridays had super peppy servers with all the flair? Our server was a throwback to the golden days of Fridays flair. Flair = fun, right? That’s what we learned from Office Space. What he lacked in actual flair (because Fridays is far to upscale for flair these days) he made up for in enthusiasm. Flair aura, if you will.
“Hey guys, I’m Todd, I’ll be takin’ care of ya today. Can I start you off with somethin’ to drink? Perhaps one of our famous lemonade slushes [editors note: famous in what circles?].”
“Water for me.” “Sweet tea, please.”
“Good good! I’ll be right out with those beverages, guys!” *knocks on the table with his fingertips*
You know. One of those guys. And if he was legally able to buy an adult beverage, I’d be shocked, is how young he looked. Clearly he took his Fridays training very seriously. He probably took notes. He probably keeps a training crib sheet tucked safely inside his notebook he uses to write down people’s orders.
Anyway, we order, he brings our food, we eat, it’s good and all. He checks on us 14 million times and refills our drink and does everything right, even if he’s sort of driving me crazy with all the fake enthusiasm for the state of our lunch.
He brings the check and my hubby pulls out the Discover (card that pays you back).
This is where I need to tell you a critical piece of information about my husband. He has a name that has become popular as a girls name in the recent past. Often, if you do a search for his name, several young teenage girls will also show up in the results. He’s used to it by now, but I still get real pissy about it the same way I do when someone calls me Allison or Amber instead of Amanda.
Todd the server comes back with the card and stands next to me while looking at my husband and says the following:
“So, does [insert my husband's name here] know she is paying for your lunch today?”
You could hear a pin drop.
We weren’t sure what to say. Was he suggesting we stole the credit card? Was he trying to be funny because my husband handed him the card with what he thought had my name?
Hubby said slowly, “well. That….is…me….”
The kid turned about 18 shades of red and asked to see my husband’s ID, since the credit card does say “See ID” on the back. I’m not sure why he didn’t just see ID to start out with. Maybe he was just trying to be personable. Maybe he knew I was getting the afternoon sleepies and I needed something to get my blood boiling. He definitely failed at the first and succeeded at the second.
Here is how I felt about it:
The take-away here? Use your context clues. If a man pulls a credit card with a basketball design on it out of his wallet, it’s probably his. Sometimes men have girlie sounding names and always see ID first, just in case.