Soon after we ordered, another couple came in and sat near us. They were quietly perusing their menu when the waitress came over and abruptly asked them what they wanted to order. The gentleman politely requested some more time to decide. She insisted on drinks. Again, he said that they needed more time and in an effort to appease her, asked for some waters. She interrupted him, again, to insist that he give his meal order. He again, calmly, requested more time. She walked away. So did they, slipping out of the restaurant and away, probably for good.
After my hubby and I had been there about fifteen minutes, and I had enjoyed my soup and uncharacteristically eaten my bread before my meal, the waitress came over and looked at my untouched plate and said, “You take a reeeeallly long time to eat.” Now, had she laughed, or made it sound like a joke, that would have been one thing, but instead, she accompanied the comment with a long, condescending, condemning glare. I felt instantly humiliated and embarrassed.