I’m an idiot. My only consolation is that I’m not alone. Thursday, I had lunch with my friend and coworker, Chastity (previously seen here). We had a lovely lunch, and the service was really really good. Our server was great, very attentive, and the manager came by to check on us at least once. I think they read the same Washington Post article I read this week (about restaurant service). Anyway, we got back to the office, and as I sat back down at my desk, I was thinking how good the service was, and maybe I should call the restaurant and let them know, and our server certainly deserved a big tip, and huh – I don’t remember leaving a tip. Surely I left a tip? Did I pay the bill? Shit, do I have my credit card? Scramble for my wallet – no, I do not have my credit card. Mad dash to Chastity’s desk. “Chastity, do you have your credit card?” “Oh my god, no. Let’s go.”
Yeah, we got the bill, handed over our credit cards, chatted for a few minutes, put on our coats, and headed back to the office. Idiots.
We sped back to the restaurant (maybe a half-mile away) and headed to the host station. “Welcome back!” We hung our heads, paid our bill (I tipped well), and left sheepishly. It could have been worse – they had our credit cards, so at least they would have gotten paid. They knew we didn’t dine and dash. Still, we both felt REALLY stupid. Feel really stupid.