An Eerie Evening

I just had to tell everyone about our weird night on Thursday. We decided to go to dinner at Red Robin because we had several errands to run before my husband went on his trip. This particular restaurant has some raised sections that require two steps up. We were seated on one of these raised sections right next to the stairs and ordered our food. About five minutes later, the manager decided to take on two fully loaded trays, and being that he seemed to be kind-of a spaz, took these two steps too fast and proceeded to trip and stumble. Impressively, he was able to catch himself and only a grilled cheese flew off the tray. Unfortunately for him, ranch dressing spilled in his ear and down his collar. He was very embarrassed and ran back to the serving station, threw the food down and ran off to what I'm assuming is his office. He emerged with a new Red Robin polo and came and asked if we had been hit with food. We congratulated him on not spilling on us and catching himself before falling down completely.

We get our food and proceed to eat with no problems. As we are waiting for the check, this same spaz manager fills a tray full, and I mean full, of drinks and attempts the stairs again. This time he falls on the stairs, twists his ankle, spills all the drinks, gets up with no apology and quickly starts hopping through the kitchen area almost knocking down another server and her tray of food. Amazingly, none of the drinks landed on us or even got our feet wet. Our waitress was less than pleased, apologized for him and gave us our check. It was obvious that there weren't enough food runners that night, but there was absolutely no reason this manager had to be running around like a chicken with his head cut off. He's just lucky no customers were hit with anything.

After our amusing dinner we ran to the drugstore to pick up a prescription. There was a girl in front of me, so we tried on sunglasses while we waited. The girl finished her business and I was stepping toward the counter when an older woman swept in front of me and proceeded to breathlessly tell the pharmacist her name for her prescription and to call an ambulance. She was really agitated and the pharm tech was very helpful and told the woman to sit down and start by taking her meds. The woman said she needed her Xanax because she was having a heart attack. (Can we say crazy?) The pharm tech opened the bottle and started to give the woman two pills at which point the woman told her, "No 3, no 4, no 5." The pharm tech gave her four pills (four pills!) and told her if those don't work she'd give her a 5th in half an hour. The pharmacist throughout all of this was on the phone with 911 and they proceeded to ask her questions to ask the woman. The woman was very angry at this insisting she needed an ambulance. A third pharm tech then came to help me and I got my meds and left. As we walked out the door a fire truck pulled up. My husband commented that the lady would be quite pissed if she saw a fire truck instead of an ambulance. So ended our eventful evening.