Caesar salad at Nichols Restaurant in Marina del Rey, California (Photo credit: wikipedia)

Caesar salad at Nichols Restaurant in Marina del Rey, California (Photo credit: wikipedia)

In my young age, I have already become the manager-in-charge and a ‘partner’ of a western cuisine at international

city Dubai with the help of some local Arabic friends.

Here’s a horrifying experience with one customer. Customers are not always right.

The angry, red-faced woman looks frantically around the dining room from her perch on table 61 like a blond bird trapped to its ass in quick sand. I noticed because I’m in charge and that’s part of what I do, I notice things. My body tensed because I know that I’m about to be subjected to a little of this nasty woman’s outrage, I’m just not yet sure why. One of my waiters, a pleasant young guy named Ahmed is leaning sheepishly over the table a look of apologetic sadness written across his face.

“I want to see a manager. RIGHT NOW!” The woman demands in a shrill voice.

I paste a professional smile onto my face and amble reluctantly over.

Is everything okay?” I ask her.

No, everything is not okay.” She states and looks across at her husband. I spare him a cautious glance to see if he is friend or foe and am rewarded with a hairy eyeball.

Oh?” I say.

Look at this!

I looked down at the 25 dirhams side Caesar salad in front of her, and there hanging over a lettuce leaf next to her fork is a long strand of blond hair. I take it all in and look back at her. she has a full head of long blond hair. I close my eyes and think about the cooks in my kitchen the guys who made her salad. They’re all African-Americans and Arabic (not local) with short Afros. The only other guy who would have touched her plate was a Mexican food runner with a shaved head.

My imagination was interrupted by the shrill voice again, “What are you going to do about this?

It’s her hair, I know it is. “I’m so sorry,” I hear myself say, “I’ll get you a fresh salad and take it off the bill.

Is that it?” She demands.

You ought to pick up the whole check, that’s disgusting.” Her husband chimes in.

I want to say to him that he should know, that he sleeps next to it every night and wakes up next to it every morning, but I’m no longer who I once was. Now I’m afraid they’ll complain to corporate so I say:

How about I buy you guys a couple of beers?

The wife agreed, letting me know it’s not perfect but she’ll take it.

Sighs.

author: aimeeindubai
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About Aimee Ampalaya

A trying hard blogger loves adventures. Lumaki sa liblib at bulubundukin ng Bukidnon..Minsan naisipang magtanim ng kamote sa desyerto ng Dubai. Gusto ko magtravel ng travel nakakatuwa sumakay ng airplane,haha. Loves 'Tom and Jerry', mahilig makipag debate, not a politician but I do stand to what i believe is right. May astig na self-confidence, ngumingiti sa kahit sino makasalubong sa daan, above all, may sense of humour, di nga lang halata. Hindi ako writer pero gusto ko magsulat, tumatalon-talon ako kapag nakita kong maraming nakabasa ng sinulat ko. With matching suntok sa hangin pa! hehe. At naniniwala ako na ang love ay hindi bulag, tanga lang ang nagsasabi nun.5% lisbiana. "A woman who doesn't appreciates the beauty of another woman is simply insecure." Gusto mo magbasa ng walang kwenta ngunit nakakaaliw na articles? Like my page on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/pages/Aimeeindubai/257802777671974?ref=hl Twitter: aimeeindubai