Helen of Marlowe's Blog

Diners who leave their wallets at home

Posted in "North Carolina" by helenofmarlowe on January 2, 2013

What do you do to people who leave their wallet at home?”

That’s what we had to ask the nice young waiter at Sixth & Vine tonight. He looked a little taken aback. I think he had not been asked that question before.

We were prepared to make suggestions.

One of us could go home and leave the other here as hostage. Or we could both leave, and come back  to pay the bill. Or …

Before calling the waiter over to ask our what-do-you-do question, we talked it over. Bob asked if I would mind staying here while he goes home. I said I’d rather not sit here alone and take up this table, keeping our waiter from getting another round, and besides, I think they’ll probably let us go. Let’s just ask.

Or I could sit in the lounge to wait. I’d rather not, but yes, I could. (Would they spot me another glass of pinot?)

We had both enjoyed their special of the evening. Tequila Mango Salmon: Pan-seared and oven-roasted Chilean Salmon accompanied by a tequila mango sauce with a hint of vanilla. Served with garlic potatoes and roasted asparagus.” Very good. We highly recommend it.

I enjoyed mine with a glass of Bel Vento pinot grigio, and Bob had a Stella. No desserts. Good conversation. But back to the waiter …

The waiter said he’d have to ask his manager, and he did so. The good-natured manager was friendly and unperturbed. He said it would help if we could get back before midnight – something about closing out the books being easier if the tabs are all paid. We told him ten minutes home, ten minutes back, so about 25 minutes. That would make it about 10:30.

Walking back to the car, I said “Pop the trunk. Maybe my purse is in the trunk.”

It was not. I knew it was not, but I might have been wrong. I hoped I was wrong. I was right. It was not.

We usually keep a couple of twenties in the car, just for emergencies, but we had been taking and not replenishing, so it was not there. And it would not have been sufficient anyway.

So we proceeded with the only reasonable option: we drove back home, and then back downtown.   Bob murmured,  I’m glad we’re not in New York.  We didn’t go through the parking hassle again. I just double parked while Bob went in to make amends.

So no trouble for them, and only minor inconvenience for us.

And a good time was had by all.

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