This story is short and not really that sweet…
Three friends and I went to a steakhouse one Saturday night, and the waiter took our drink order first, like usual. We all ordered flavored soft drinks that the bar would have to mix for us. The drinks did not come until an hour later… after we had gotten our meals. Then, as we were eating our meals, the waiter began to bus the booth behind us (the restaurant was packed and we ended up sitting at a table that was made for six, leaving two extra chairs at one end of the table) and proceeded to put the dirty dishes on the empty end of our table. We looked on in utter disbelief, and even the people whose table was being bused looked shocked. I have no idea why we didn’t get the manager.
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Mz. Angela has no idea why you didn't get the manager either.
Then again, Mz. Angela would have excused herself from the restaurant in the first 10 minutes (of 60) that you waited for your soda.
You are very tolerant. Too much so.