Peter G reminded me so kindly that I had two what-thes in a row, so I think I'll make it three.
On Tuesday night, Ken and I were dining at the Macaron-eye Grill (it's not that good). The family at the table next to us apparently experienced very slow service, so they demanded that their waitress get her manager. He came; they complained; he apologized. They didn't think it was a good-enough apology, though; they demanded to see HIS manager.
My question is: what the heck did they want? A free drink? They sure were loud. Ken and I just opened our eyes really wide and tried not to laugh too loudly. But my question is this, folks: In America, if you think you deserve better, do you just yell until you get it?
W H A T T H E ! !