I have met my match and all I can say is, "game on." I wrote a couple of weeks ago that I tend to give servers a hard time but in a good natured way. Sometimes I am not in the mood and other times I can tell the server is not having such a good day so I respect that and lay off. Then last Saturday happens and all the guns are pulled out.
I have met the Queen of servers in one Shanice Reabroi, a server at Hooter's in Augusta. My wife and I love wings and on this particular day we chose Hooter's and went to the usual spot at the restaurant. It had been months since we had been there, maybe before Christmas but I recognized Miss Reabroi as having served us before. I have always ordered the same thing and have my usual old joke. That is, I feign interest in something other than my favorite and when the server asks for our order it goes something like this:
Server: Are you ready to order?
Me: I don't know. I am thinking of something different today. (I'll flip the menu back and forth and then say slowly,) "I think I'll have the, ummm, hold on, I think I'm gonna try -- threemileislandwingsbreadedandcrispywithbluecheeseandcelery; (ordering all in one breath. It's honestly the only thing I have ever ordered at Hooter's. Nothing else, nada, zippo.)
Then last Saturday happens and Miss Queen of servers comes around and asks for our order. I play the same old lame joke and start out with "I want something different ..." and order the usual, "threemileislandwingsbreadedandcrispywithbluecheeseandcelery." She says, "You said the same thing last time you were here and I was your server." WHAT? Did she just remember that from months ago? Amazing.
So we joked about that, enjoyed our meal and then came my second usual lame joke when they ask if we want dessert. I usually say no and we don't want the check either. I said it was lame, right?
Miss Queen Reabroi just forced a laugh and brought our check. I gave it back to her without anything in it and when she went to the register she was looking on the ground thinking she dropped it. Turning to our table and seeing Anita and I laughing she knew she had been had.
So with debit card in hand, she processed it and came back batting her eyelashes and said, "Mr. Rainwater do you have another card, this one doesn't seem to be going through."
Dang, I was beat to a pulp at my own game. She will forever be Miss Queen Reabroi to me.