"That will be three adults, a child and a chair?" She said looking over me as if I hadn't been the one to speak, hadn't been the one to give information, hadn't been the one right in front of her. She looked at Joe who, ignoring the slight, simply nodded. We took our seats in the restaurant and casually looked at the menus. I could see the others looking distinctly uncomfortable - like something was slightly amiss.
"What?" I said.
"Didn't the woman at the desk bother you with the 'chair' remark and by refusing to talk to you?" I was asked.
"I am on holidays for a few more days," I said, "I have spent the last few days resting, relaxing and distracting myself into a Zen state of calm. I'm not going to let a little bit of crassness be the start of ratcheting up for the real world yet. I'm going to get my revenge by ordering and not saying 'please'."
Joe gasped and said, "Oh, no, not that!"
And that's all that happened ... just know that there is a waitress who had a very lucky day today ...