The comedy of Errors

Shannon's visit was wonderful. She has had an opportunity to visit some of her knitting friends, and high school friend as well as spend time with her mother and me.

Friday, August 11th we went out to dinner as planned. It was a birthday celebration for Maryann and for our neighbor across the corner. Gale and George are great friends and we have fun times with them. Evidence of that can be seen here.

Gale made arrangements to go to a place called the Yard House in Kansas City, KS. The place was packed. There main claim to fame is the variety of beers they serve that are on tap. They also have a modest food menu. We waited the obligatory time to be seated. Our server, Adam, was a delightful young man who understood the meaning of serving others and caring about those he served. We ordered the first round of beer and then perused the menu deciding on our fare for the evening.

We each placed our order and Shannon ordered a lettuce wedge salad along with a sandwich. So far so good, but then thngs got interesting and down right hilarious. The first order to be delivered (by someone other than Adam) was Shannon's salad and my sandwich. Oops. First act of the comedy. Adam stopped by to see how things were going and discovered the situation. He checked and discovered that somehow the orders were placed in some wierd order. He promised to look into it.

Next his supervisor, Robin, stopped by to apologise for the error and offered to comp dessert for us all. Maryann suggested another round of drinks, and they were forthcoming.

The George and Gale got their meals. I was about finished with mine when Shannon's sandwich appeared. After another five minutes or more Maryan's meal arrived. Robin came back to apoligise again. We all had a good laugh. It is amazing how a couple of beers can tickle the funny bone.

The next fiasco was Shannon's discovery of a hair in the second half of her sandwich. She let Adam know about it and he was apologetic and offered to get her another sandwich. She declined indicating she was full. Shortly thereafter Robin reappeared and apologised again. This time she learned about the hair and said that for all of the difficulties she would comp Shannon's meal and apply a 10% discount to our bill.

We had arranged with Adam to split the bills which he agreed to do. The bills came. George and I proffered our credit cards. When they came back we signed them and it was then that I deccided to look at what I was paying for. I discovered that George and Gale's meals were on my tab, and he had ours. Ours was a few dollars less than his. Robin showed up again and we let her know about this error. She immediately offered to take them back and correct them. We vociferously calilmed that it was not necessary. Who knows how that might have been screwed up.

At that point we also let her know about the birthdays we were celebrating. She then offered them a special cheese cake for the celebration. We declined. We were ready to leave and our sides were splitting with the gaiety of it all. The other diners must have thought we were drunk, crazy or both.

It was a fun evening in spite of or maybe because of the comedy of errors.

I cannot verbally relate this without laughing. We just might have to go back and see how the next meal goes.