Storm

So tonight was a fund raiser at a local restaurant (The Purple Cow) to benefit Cystic Fibrosis research. This was put together as an action supporting one young brother. As we got there, there were many families that we know leaving. Reports had been on the news that there was a tornado warning. We went in anyway, because the rumors we heard put the "tornado" in downtown, and the winds were pushing everything east.

We ordered as most of the restaurant cleared. About halfway through the meal, one of the members of the staff suggested that everyone move into the party room, because it was away from the windows. I had just put down my food, when the winds picked up, and the hail started falling right outside the windows.

At this time, the staff took the prudent action of requesting that everyone adjourn to the men's room to wait for things to calm down. This was the first time my son had ever seen any women in the men's room, and he thought it was kind of odd, and maybe a little funny. He didn't know why the women didn't go in the women's room (and after the fact, I found out that my wife didn't understand why the women's bathroom was unoccupied). I had to explain to him that the suggestion is to move to an interior room, free of windows, and the women's room had an outside wall along it's longest side.

The management of the restaurant decided that we had all been inconvenienced enough, and decided to comp the meals of all three tables left. All of us were there for the charity, and we were all willing pay, in order to see the charity received it's 15%, but they insisted that the contribution would be honored even if the meal was comped, but that they did not feel it was appropriate to herd us into the party room, and then into the men's room, and then expect us to pay for it.

It's treatment like that that keeps us going back. A+.