Side Story from the RTO

This events cocured after my team finished our last leg in Virginia City. Our team decided to eat at one of the restaurants in town.


Before I go any further I want to warn anyone reading this that if they are sensitive to the issue of people having a lazy eye I ask that they leave this blog right now!

I looked up at my waitress to notice she had a lazy right eye, which caught me off guard. This made me feel awkward since I didn't know which eye to look at. She tilted her head so her lazy eye was taking a good look at me. Yikes! I then asked her what the soup of the day was. She said she didn't know and she'll find out. Ten minutes went by and I heard nothing of the soup. The restaurant was a bit more busy than usual due to other runners being there, so I sat patiently waiting for her to come to me. Five more minutes passed by and I brought this up to my team, in which two school of thoughts arised. One is that you are paying for service and you should somewhat decent service. The other one, supported by me and Joe Carpenter is that you adjust your service expectations based on where you are eating. The first point was debated by our team captain while Joe and I looked at each other in silent agreement for the"adjusted service equation theory" as later dubbed by me.

To make my captain happy I then asked the waitress in which she apologized and said she'll find out. Immediately following this I felt guilty for asking her. I believe it was due to the fact that she had a lazy eye. She then came back and said "Spicy Chicken Enchilada Soup". I asked her if it was good and she said "yes". Then for a brief moment time stopped around me. I did not want the soup but felt guilty that my lazy eyed waitress took the time to find out. I felt compeled to say, "sounds good, I'll take a cup" but I resisted the urge and said no thanks. I felt horrible. I equate it to watching those commercials they show that beg for relief of children in foreign countries and they will send you a picture of the child if you do so. I typically take away the guilt by turning the channel to old episodes of bowling on ESPN classic. I ended up getting the Chick Fried Steak with biscuits and I had to ask her for the biscuit at the end of my meal. Also, my chicken fried steak was raw in the middle.