Domestic Geek

Well, Marcus and I decided to eat at the Flying J because it is close to the airport/I-70/home. We had the crappiest waitress. First the sign said seat yourself, so we did. A waitress never comes. Finally, Marcus went to the drink station to ask another waitress if we would get menus and some service. She brought over some menus and said that so-and-so would be with us shortly. When she finally strolls over, all she wants to take is our drink order. Marcus told her we were ready to actually order food and she seemed annoyed. So, the salad bar came with what we ordered, but she didn't bother to tell us to help ourselves. Then we had no silverware. Marcus tracked down yet another waitress for that. She asked Marcus where he was sitting and when he pointed to our table, she gave a "that figures" type of look with her eyes as if she already had a pretty good idea who our waitress was. Our waitress finally appeared with the milkshake Marcus ordered -- no straw. Our food finally came -- no steak knives to cut the steak. The waitress disappears again, so Marcus stops the first waitress again to get a knife. When our waitress finally strolls over with the check, she asks Marcus if he wanted a glass of water to go with the milkshake he had with dinner. He said sure, but he also wanted some take-home boxes for our food. She disappears yet again. Marcus flagged down another waitress to get us some boxes. After we've got our food boxed up, here comes our waitress with a box. How much you want to bet she was bitching about not getting a tip?