Sweet Christ, I learned a valuable lesson last night. Don't attempt to go out to eat on a Sunday night unless you book a table in advance (where applicable). My family and I decided that we wanted to go to Golden Corral last night. For those of you who aren't familiar with it, Golden Corral is a buffet style restaurant, but it's much nicer in quality than any other buffet type place. We drove past and there was a line out the door. We decided to say screw it and we went to a place called Texas Roadhouse.
We pull up and head for the door, where there is a puddle of vomit. "Who's hungry" I quipped. as we went into the building. The hostess handed us one of those vibrating devices that buzzes when your table is ready and told us it would be a 25-35 minute wait. We went to go sit in the car (because all of the seating space inside was packed) and looked over the menu. After deciding that it wasn't really worth the wait, we took the device and menu back to the hostess and decided to go and see if Olive Garden was any better.
We drive over there and it looks pretty decent. There's plenty of parking, and inside doesn't look too busy. As we turn the corner and see the door however, there are people waiting outside and we send my sister to go see how long a wait it will be so that my grandmother won't have to walk all the way to the door for nothing. She comes back and says that the wait would be 35-50 minutes.
We all decide to head back to the Golden Corral because waiting in the line would only be a 5 minute wait or so. We're in line and it's packed. Immediately my hand starts to shake and I'm starting to get the same feeling I had when I had my anxiety attack last weekend. Finally we get through the line and get to a table. We have dinner get dessert and go home.
I know I shouldn't bitch about the obvious, but god damn I hate waiting. Sometimes I can be patient, but other times, I want it right fucking now. Anyway, that's my update for today. See you later internets.