When it came time to split the bill at the end of the night I paid for my steak, one pink lemonade and one shared dessert as the rest of the girls drank alcohol. She said “Thats $42.00” and I handed over my visa debit card and said “Savings please” and she promptly handed me a receipt to sign. Confused I said … “umm I said savings“. She appologised and I said “That’s ok it’s comes out of my savings anyway it’ll just take longer to come out of my account“. She appologised again and said to the other girls “thats a remainder of $160… blah blah“. Steve was waiting out the front in the car and I said a quick goodbye and waddled to the car.
So I didn’t look at the receipt because she threw me by charging me via credit in the first place and she’d said I only owed $42 and said to the others $160… WHAT A MORON…!!! The waitress and also me for not bloody noticing. Of course restaraunts here aren’t open on Monday’s so my $164.20 is sitting in their EFTPOS machine totally out of reach. There was only 3 tables that night. I’m SURE they would have realised they were $164.20 over and double check and say “Aww man we double charged table 2, maybe I should call the lady who reserved it and let her know our mistake…” Not. Bloody. Likely.
Of course I stomped around the house quietly and muttered our household catch phrase “FUCKSAKE” several times and got in the shower to get ready for our ultrasound appointment. While in the shower I completley over-thought the whole thing and got out, wrapped a towel around me and slumped down the hallway, my arms outstreached like a toddler awaiting a hug. Steve looked up and asked “What’s wrong?“… which was promptly followed by me bursting into violent tears. Yep, my first pregnancy meltdown over nothing really important that can be easily fixed. The rational side of my brain completely shut down.
All Steve could do was hug me and laugh. Finally I got it out of my system and calmed down. I think, deep down I was just looking for a release for all the stress I’m carrying about today’s ultrasound… but I’m still TOTALLY cranky at the restaraunt. Hmpf.