Just back from an absolutely excruciating night out with my out-laws for M-O-L’s birthday. Went to a 5 star hotel for a meal - she books the same place every time and every time spends the whole evening complaining about the food/service etc - then hands over the thick end of £400 for a meal/wine…(I’m lucky to earn that in a fortnight at my job - it’s small change to her)
When we arrived she was already kicking off with the manager because he’d put her at a different table to normal (she hadn’t stipulated, they should have read her mind apparently) so they switched us, even though they were already busy.
Food was all wrong, her main course didn’t arrive, and fair enough to complain about that, but we had crocodile tears and “it’s my birthday ruined” etc. My sister in law just got absolutely tit faced and started causing havoc, shouting at the waiters etc. she’d drunk three double g&ts a bottle of wine and two cocktails by the end of the evening.
I couldn’t eat anything I felt so stressed. Just sat there wanting to run away. In the end she complained so vocally the manager gave her 50% off the bill. I had my coat on and was half way up the car park before everyone had said goodbye.
I don’t fit in, in these posh restaurants. And even though some of the evening was the staff’s fault, I felt so bad for them listening to this idiot bunch of ungrateful middle class twats being nasty to them. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore.