Once my tummy was feeling much better, Master took me out to dinner. We picked a place we had not been in a long time, and Master (as always) was in the process of picking out what he’d like me to eat. The waitress came over, and asked if we knew what we wanted. Master said he knew what we wanted, and she started to take our order.
Master ordered himself a steak, and he chose another dinner for me. The woman was so completely taken aback by Master’s choosing my meal! We do this all the time in all manner of places, but she just could not seem to adapt to a “different” situation like this one. She was very rude. After Master chose my meal, the woman deliberately turned away from Master, and asked me (looking directly in my eyes) what I wanted for my side dishes. I don’t remember what I said, but it wasn’t much, and I think I kind of mumbled it while looking in Master’s direction. People in a M/s dynamic are certainly not the only people who sometimes don’t choose their own meal. I have gone out on double dates with other people who weren’t even kinky, and sometimes one person in the date chose what the both of them were having. I don’t think it is that unusual, but then again, I guess I’m not that waitress we had.
Master looked at the waitress in the eyes and told her I’d have the steamed broccoli, and the steamed veggies for my sides. She wrote it down, and sort of huffed away, kind of annoyed. Actually, she may not have been in the best mood period, because Master’s steak came to him and he was unhappy with it. Instead of fixing it, the woman argues with him until the manager comes over, upgrades Master’s steak for free, and even brings him a new baked potato. Sheesh.
I can honestly say that while Master and me do display some of our dynamic, or while we do some kinky things in public, we don’t participate in things around children (usually) nothing a child would notice anyway, or things which are clearly kinky in front of non-kinky folk. For example, it’s not like I crawl around on the ground in public, or talk about sex when children are present. And we never really seem to have a problem with the few things we do on the down-low. For example, sometimes Master will cuff me in public (but under clothes), or I’ll wear a rope harness (again, under clothes), or, like above, Master will often choose my food in public. This is just the first time that we’ve ever had a negative reaction for it.
Though, I think that waitress was in a mood that day anyway. What kind of person in the customer service biz argues with a customer when their food comes out crummy? Fuck, even in Panera Bread, they always joyfully replace whatever was given to us incorrectly or burnt, etc. Not that it happens too often, either.