OT: *Bonus* Question of the day…. 2/25/06
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2/25/06: Todays question is being brought to you by one of our very own anon poster`s 
Have you ever eaten in a restaurant and realized you have no money with you?
Yes. Also had the experience of forgetting to check whether restaurant took credit cards. Meryl — The charter is available at: http://readystump.algebra.com/~asapm
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2/25/06: Todays question is being brought to you by one of our very own anon poster`s Have you ever eaten in a restaurant and realized you have no money with
you? No Chip — The charter is available at: http://readystump.algebra.com/~asapm
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2/25/06: Todays question is being brought to you by one of our very own anon poster`s Have you ever eaten in a restaurant and realized you have no money with you?
No, but I did order a beer and as the bartender came over with it I was saying "oh shit". He gave me a funny look and said "Don’t tell me, you forgot your wallet"? As if I planned it. The one other person in the bar, who I had never seen before and wasn’t even from the area, said he would buy me a beer. Tono — The charter is available at: http://readystump.algebra.com/~asapm
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – 2/25/06: Todays question is being brought to you by one of our very own anon poster`s Have you ever eaten in a restaurant and realized you have no money with you? Jackie ~*~It’s the crazy ones that have all the good pills~*~ ~~Kim Cattrall No but I had a bad experience sort of like that that traumatized me for years, like decades. I was about 11 and my dad and I went to a newsstand. He got his stuff, and was ready to leave. I went to check out, and didn’t have enough money to buy the magazines I wanted. I told the clerk, "Well, just put this one back." She acted very snotty (I was just a kid!) and she said "There are NO returns! — Wait over THERE!" Scared the hell out of me. I didn’t even know what a "return" WAS at that age. I just felt like I had done something very bad and illegal, and I was in trouble. Luckily, my dad saw that something was going on, and he came over and paid whatever I owed. For years and years, and even sometimes today..when I go to a check out, I count my money if I am paying cash before I check out. I know it won’t be a catastrophe if I dont have the money, but I still always check first. That cashier doesn’t know what she did to me, or what I let her do to me over the years. I’m glad I have my debit card. It saves me that worry. Sally
That was a nasty thing for her to do to an 11 year old, Sally. So glad your Dad was there to help pay. {{{{{Sally}}}}} Love, Di — The charter is available at: http://readystump.algebra.com/~asapm
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Wow Jim! What a good story. I mean, not good, but…can’t think of the right word to say. I’m glad people were trying to help you, but it was probably embarrassing because of your age. If it happened now, you might not be so embarrassed. :-) Hugs, Di If it happened now there would be one of two outcomes. 1. I would have plastic to cover the expense. 2. My wife would kick me in the head. Jim
LOL Awww, I don’t think she would really kick you. She might smack you though. :-) Di — The charter is available at: http://readystump.algebra.com/~asapm
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Have you ever eaten in a restaurant and realized you have no money with you?
Me? With OCD? I check my wallet several times daily to make sure everything is there–credit cards, cash (counted several times), and motor club card, license, etc. And, of course, all the cards have to be arranged in an orderly fashion–credit cards and debit cards on one side of my wallet, dollar bills perfectly aligned and in order (ones grouped together; fives grouped together, etc.); not too many coins, and supermarket savings cards and library cards on the other side of the wallet. So, no, I have never had the experience of realizing I had no money at a restaurant to pay for my food. ; ) — The charter is available at: http://readystump.algebra.com/~asapm
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Todays question is being brought to you by one of our very own anon poster`s This happened to me when I was 16. I grew up in a nice neighborhood and there were a lot of rich kids at my school. I was dating this girl whose parents were pretty well-off. I decided to take here out for Valentines day to some *really* expensive restaurant. The restaurant was in PA, I think it was on River Road on the way to New Hope NJ. We get to the (small) restaurant and just about every table is filled with a bunch of *rich* yuppie couples. I had on my tuxedo and my girlfriend had on a very pretty dress, so I guess we fit in. We got a bunch of "aww, what cute kids" looks. We are seated and handed "THE" menu. I call it "THE" menu because it was a planned 7 or 8 course meal, you ate what the chef was preparing, there was no ordering, oh and there were no prices on the menu. I asked our waiter where were the prices and he said they don’t have prices at this restaurant. People just pay the bill. Previous to this date, I had saved up about $110 from work. This is back around 1988/1989 so I thought I had more than enough for a really nice diner for my girlfriend and myself. We eat and have a good time. Most of the food was actually good, though there were a few weird chef-type dishes that I didn’t care for at 17. After the meal my girlfriend gets up and goes to the bathroom and the waiter hands me the bill. I didn’t have anxiety/PA back then but I think I had one or something like it when I saw the bill. Just the bill, with no tip of 20% was $180! Remember I had a grand total of $110. My girlfriend gets back and I break the news to her. I told her to go out and start the car and I was going to leave the $110 and make a run for it. She talks me out of that and plan and decides to take my car, while I stay there, to go back to her parents and get the $70 plus about $40 for a tip. Did I mention that this was a small, chef-owned restaurant? It had seating for about 12-15 couples. We were *all* in one room. After sitting alone for 20 minutes I think I was the topic of conversation for all the other couples. The man from a couple near us leaned over and said he was sorry that my girlfriend left and gave me a little advice on "how to win her back". I smiled and explained to him what happened and he laughs and basically announces to the whole room what happened. At this point every guy in the room is whipping out their wallet offering to pay the difference. The guy next to me hands me a crisps $100 like it was a $1 bill. I think I had brass-ones back then because I told him I needed a tip too and he then handed me a $50. I paid the waiter, thanked everyone and went outside to wait. A few minutes later my girlfriend comes back, not in my car, but in her mom’s car with her mom driving and her dad in the passenger seat. I wanted to just run across the street to the Delaware River and jump in 
I told my girlfriend, her mom and dad how everyone offered to pay. My girlfriends father gave me $150 and made me go back in and give the money back to the guy. So I go back in and give the guy back his money, say thanks again to everyone and get out of there with what little dignity I have left
That’s a good story, Jim ;) Chip — The charter is available at: http://readystump.algebra.com/~asapm
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2/25/06: Todays question is being brought to you by one of our very own anon poster`s Have you ever eaten in a restaurant and realized you have no money with you? Jackie ~*~It’s the crazy ones that have all the good pills~*~ ~~Kim Cattrall
No but I had a bad experience sort of like that that traumatized me for years, like decades. I was about 11 and my dad and I went to a newsstand. He got his stuff, and was ready to leave. I went to check out, and didn’t have enough money to buy the magazines I wanted. I told the clerk, "Well, just put this one back." She acted very snotty (I was just a kid!) and she said "There are NO returns! — Wait over THERE!" Scared the hell out of me. I didn’t even know what a "return" WAS at that age. I just felt like I had done something very bad and illegal, and I was in trouble. Luckily, my dad saw that something was going on, and he came over and paid whatever I owed. For years and years, and even sometimes today..when I go to a check out, I count my money if I am paying cash before I check out. I know it won’t be a catastrophe if I dont have the money, but I still always check first. That cashier doesn’t know what she did to me, or what I let her do to me over the years. I’m glad I have my debit card. It saves me that worry. Sally — The charter is available at: http://readystump.algebra.com/~asapm
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Fortunately, no. smiles, Elise
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – 2/25/06: Todays question is being brought to you by one of our very own anon poster`s Have you ever eaten in a restaurant and realized you have no money with you? Jackie ~*~It’s the crazy ones that have all the good pills~*~ ~~Kim Cattrall — The charter is available at: http://readystump.algebra.com/~asapm
– The charter is available at: http://readystump.algebra.com/~asapm
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2/25/06: Todays question is being brought to you by one of our very own anon poster`s Have you ever eaten in a restaurant and realized you have no money with you?
Luckily no. — Ron P I’m an EXPERT….a has-been under pressure<;-) — The charter is available at: http://readystump.algebra.com/~asapm
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Wow Jim! What a good story. I mean, not good, but…can’t think of the right word to say. I’m glad people were trying to help you, but it was probably embarrassing because of your age. If it happened now, you might not be so embarrassed. :-) Hugs, Di
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Todays question is being brought to you by one of our very own anon poster`s This happened to me when I was 16. I grew up in a nice neighborhood and there were a lot of rich kids at my school. I was dating this girl whose parents were pretty well-off. I decided to take here out for Valentines day to some *really* expensive restaurant. The restaurant was in PA, I think it was on River Road on the way to New Hope NJ. We get to the (small) restaurant and just about every table is filled with a bunch of *rich* yuppie couples. I had on my tuxedo and my girlfriend had on a very pretty dress, so I guess we fit in. We got a bunch of "aww, what cute kids" looks. We are seated and handed "THE" menu. I call it "THE" menu because it was a planned 7 or 8 course meal, you ate what the chef was preparing, there was no ordering, oh and there were no prices on the menu. I asked our waiter where were the prices and he said they don’t have prices at this restaurant. People just pay the bill. Previous to this date, I had saved up about $110 from work. This is back around 1988/1989 so I thought I had more than enough for a really nice diner for my girlfriend and myself. We eat and have a good time. Most of the food was actually good, though there were a few weird chef-type dishes that I didn’t care for at 17. After the meal my girlfriend gets up and goes to the bathroom and the waiter hands me the bill. I didn’t have anxiety/PA back then but I think I had one or something like it when I saw the bill. Just the bill, with no tip of 20% was $180! Remember I had a grand total of $110. My girlfriend gets back and I break the news to her. I told her to go out and start the car and I was going to leave the $110 and make a run for it. She talks me out of that and plan and decides to take my car, while I stay there, to go back to her parents and get the $70 plus about $40 for a tip. Did I mention that this was a small, chef-owned restaurant? It had seating for about 12-15 couples. We were *all* in one room. After sitting alone for 20 minutes I think I was the topic of conversation for all the other couples. The man from a couple near us leaned over and said he was sorry that my girlfriend left and gave me a little advice on "how to win her back". I smiled and explained to him what happened and he laughs and basically announces to the whole room what happened. At this point every guy in the room is whipping out their wallet offering to pay the difference. The guy next to me hands me a crisps $100 like it was a $1 bill. I think I had brass-ones back then because I told him I needed a tip too and he then handed me a $50. I paid the waiter, thanked everyone and went outside to wait. A few minutes later my girlfriend comes back, not in my car, but in her mom’s car with her mom driving and her dad in the passenger seat. I wanted to just run across the street to the Delaware River and jump in I told my girlfriend, her mom and dad how everyone offered to pay. My girlfriends father gave me $150 and made me go back in and give the money back to the guy. So I go back in and give the guy back his money, say thanks again to everyone and get out of there with what little dignity I have left I am now emotionally scared toward Valentines Day Jim
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