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Resolved Question: What would you do about a restaurant, if they have ruin your special night dinner?

On April 18 my wife and i went for dinner @ Red Lobster to celebrate our 4th wedding anniversary. it wasnt just any anniversary just like other year. This year it was more special . So we wait on weekdays for 30mins to get our table. Once we got our table, we met with our waiter name Eric. He asked us if we have ever been to Red Lobster. I know its normal to ask but the way he asked it just sounded different. We did informed him that we have been to RL (Red Lobster) before. So he was like ok so what would you like. I told him if he can give us a moment to look at the menu may be i wanted something different today. He said well "do you know what you would like to drink"? so we quickly gave our drink order and the appetizer order. My wife couldnt find her choice that she usually eat at RL. So when Eric showed up with our drinks and appetizer, we told him that we are ready to place. I asked him about my wife's item that she always order he was like "i dont know what you talking about, are you sure you have been to RL"? i got a little ticked off by that but i didnt make any fuss about it. I tried to explain and he was just cutting me off. I requested to change the waiter and a manager since he would not listen to me and made me feel like i was lying about the food. He got brought back Danny who was serving around our area. He was another snob, he came and introduced but he was in hurry so i asked for manager. Later manager Maite comes over so in short i did explain to her about the food that my wife used to get and showed her the picture of it and she recognized it and informed us that it was in their seafood menu. RL is mainly seafood so what the freaking she mean by their seafood menu? She told me that it wouldnt be a problem, she will let our new waiter danny know about it. When Danny came to take the order, he seemed like he didnt want to take our order. So he takes the order and brings us back our salad. We looked around we noticed that every single table got their bread and salad but we just got our salad. We didnt see him for while so when we did finally find him, he comes to our table says "Whats up?" i ssaid that to him that we were supposed to get bread, he was like "OH! You want bread too?" When he said that i felt like we were there for free food. And I asked him nicely that are we purposely getting bad service today? He was like "Dont be ridiculous, you want bread i will get you bread". i wasnt ridiculous i was just annoyed. I went to the front desk and asked to speak to the manager privately. Before the manager comes Danny already fills her in. Maite comes and explains the whole problem. Meanwhile our First waiter was discussing about us saying that we are ridiculous people. When my wife heard that, she took our jacket and bags and told me that she would like to leave this place and dont wnat to dine anywhere where we are known as ridiculous. Maite did offer her robotic manager experience and kept on mentioning the word FREE. We weren't there for FREE FOOD . We had appetizer and drinks and i have paid for it since i dont want them to think that we were there for free. Maite brings us our check with Gratuity fee and i was like whats this? I am not gonna pay for the service. She was like oh no problem, you dont even have to pay as i said its free. I kept on hating the word as every time she would say it. She did bring me back my check and i paid for. She didnt seem sad to lose customer. she was just normal. I did call and email the general manager about this and the GM was no use. He also mention that i will send out a gift card you dont have to pay for your dinner. Which again really upset me that they think we were there for free food. Made us felt very cheap about it. RL really dont care about their customer service. I am still very angry the fact that our dinner was incomplete and our 4th anniversary has been ruined. We will now always remember this incedent whenever we will dine out for our anniversary. Can RL bring back our night and make it happen again? NO. They dont care. Maite on the other hand is extremely rude when i did a follow up call for manager. She didnt let me talk, she said what she had to and hung up the phone. So now i know how and where their waiters are trained. This is totally unacceptable for me. So i am seeking out to you guys that what would you guys do if you were in my shoe? I know that i will never return to the same location and i will never recommend anyone else to go to that location. Its in times sq, New York so they are lucky that they get the crowd because of all the tourist. LEt me know your thought.

Resolved Question: Advice on how to start my story?

Should I keep the beginning like this: Gram says I’m an ocean girl at heart, and that is true. I have lived most of my fourteen years on Reverie Island, which is not much more than a pear-shaped island roasting in a green spot along the Long Island Sound. To tourists it’s a caboodle of gift shops, lighthouses, seafood restaurants, and beaches where you rode the ferry to get there on a blistery summer day. But to me, and certainly to Gram, who had lived there for eight-four years, meant so much more. Just over three months ago, not long after an occurrence known as The Lillian Hobbs Incident, my mother plucked my grandma, me, and all our belongings (no, that’s not true, we did not bring the inn, the garden, or the sand, which all belonged to us) like ragweed sprouting up in her garden to a rental home in New London, Connecticut. “No ocean?” I said. “This is where we’re going to live?” “Yes,” my mother said. “But it’s only temporary.” Temporary. I sounded out the needle-pointed word in my head, each syllable at a time. I wondered exactly what she meant by this-was my life in Reverie all temporary to her, too? The door opened and a blonde woman in a turquoise suit stood there. I looked up and down the street. The victorian houses were all jammed together like rows of shoeboxes in a messy closet. In front of each house was a tiny square of grass that wasn’t enough to keep a cow alive for five minutes. “Where are the lighthouses?” I whispered as my mother waved to the lady. “Hannah’s farm? The Art House?” “Oh, Auden,” My mother sighed. “Come on, you know this is what we have to do. And you still have the rest of the school year.” “We have to go back. I forgot something.” “We’re going back, Auden,” She hissed. “You know we have to visit grandma at the hospital. She’s not doing so well.” I thought of my grandma laying still in a bed so large she could get lost in, the sheets rising and falling with each bated breath. “In the back of my closet,” I said, “under the floorboards. I put something there, and I’ve got to have it, before it’s too late.” “Don’t be a goose. I have to talk to the realtor, so start talking boxes out of the car.” I did not want to take the boxes out of the car. I did want to see fragments of my life shoved together like cattle in boxcars. Not long ago, I started prying away at the loose wooden floorboard of my closet in Reverie shortly after Grandma’s accident one April afternoon. The inn was an old building that my mom and grandma had been restoring, room by room. Each night as I waited to hear from grandma, I pulled and pulled and pulled away at that stubborn floorboard until it broke loose. Inside it was a stack of thick, monogrammed stationery with matching envelopes. The kind that gram always used. I fished it out and read the front. Reverie Island, 23 Comfort Road Lillian Hobbs Frankfurt, Germany u.S. Station Jack Thomas My heart stopped. Jack Thomas was my grandfather who I knew nothing of. For some reason, I felt afraid. It’s like I was split down the middle and one half of me wanted to open it more than I’ve ever wanted to do anything. The other half was so scared. I couldn’t stop shaking, so I placed it on the dusty floor to keep from crinkling it. Did she hide it here? Did she want me to find it? I stare at it forever, and then place it back in the floorboard. Not today, I thought. But now I needed to know the story behind those letters. Before she leaves. The reason that my grandma’s story reminds me of the letters in the closet is that beneath her story was another one. Mine. Or, a) start the story off with her finding the letters. b) Have her start with The Lillian Hobbs Incident. Thanks.

Resolved Question: How does the beginning of this story sound? Please critique?

Chapter 1 Gram says I’m an ocean girl at heart, and that is true. I have lived most of my fourteen years on Reverie Island, which is not much more than a pear-shaped island roasting in a green spot along the Long Island Sound. To tourists it’s a caboodle of gift shops, lighthouses, seafood restaurants, and beaches where you rode the ferry to get there on a blistery summer day. But to me, and certainly to Gram, who had lived there for fifty-five years, meant so much more. Just over three months ago, not long after an occurrence known as The Lillian Hobbs Incident, my mother plucked my grandma, me, and all our belongings (no, that’s not true, we did not bring the inn, the garden, or the sand, which all belonged to us) like ragweed sprouting up in her garden to a rental home in New London, Connecticut. “No ocean?” I said. “This is where we’re going to live?” “Yes,” my mother said. “But it’s only temporary.” Temporary. I sounded out the needle-pointed word in my head, each syllable at a time. I wondered exactly what she meant by this-was my life in Reverie all temporary to her, too? The door opened and a blonde woman in a turquoise suit stood there. I looked up and down the street. The victorian houses were all jammed together like rows of shoe boxes in a messy closet. In front of each house was a tiny square that wasn’t enough to keep a cow alive for five minutes. “Where are the lighthouses?” I whispered as my mother waved to the lady. “Hannah’s farm? The Art House?” “Oh, Auden,” My mother sighed. “Come on, you know this is what we have to do. And you still have the rest of the school year.” “We have to go back. I forgot something.” “We’re going back, Auden,” She hissed. “You know we have to get grandma at the hospital.” I thought of my grandma laying still in a bed so large she could get lost in, the sheets rising and falling with each breath. “In the back of my closet,” I said, “under the floorboards. I put something there, and I’ve got to have it.” “Don’t get a goose. I have to talk to the realtor, so start talking boxes out of the car.” Not long ago, I started prying away at the loose wooden floorboard in the closet of our inn in Reverie shortly after Grandma’s accident one April afternoon. The inn was a building dating back to the 1940's that my mom and grandma had been restoring, room by room. Each night as I waited to hear from grandma, I pulled away at that stubborn floorboard until it broke loose. Inside it was a stack of thick, monogrammed stationery with matching envelopes. The kind that gram always used. I fished it out and read the front. Open for an extensively strange adventure. The reason that my grandma’s story reminds me of the letters in the closet is that beneath her story was another one. Mine. Thanks!

Resolved Question: How does the beginning of this story sound?

Gram says I’m an ocean girl at heart, and that is true. I have lived most of my fourteen years on Reverie Island, which is not much more than a pear-shaped island roasting in a green spot along the Long Island Sound. To tourists it’s a caboodle of gift shops, lighthouses, seafood restauraunts, and beaches where you rode the ferry to get here on a blistery summer day. To me it was the moon, the sun, and the stars. Just over three months ago, after an occurrence known as The Lillian Hobbs Incident, my mother plucked my grandma, me, and all our belongings (no, that’s not true, we did not bring the inn, the garden, or the sand, which all belonged to us) like mushrooms sprouting up in her garden to a rental home in Auburn, Massachussetts. I added some: “No ocean?” I said. “This is where we’re going to live?” “Yes,” my mother said. “But it’s only temporary.” Temporary. I sounded out the sharp word in my head, each syllable at a time. I wondered exactly what she meant by this--was my life in Reverie all temporary, too?

Resolved Question: My parents won't give me ANY leverage! Help!?

OK, this is a typical teenager post, just to warn you. You need a bit of background information first. I'm a 15 year old girl, youngest of three siblings and the others have already moved out. I'm homeschooled and do all my home work. 75% of the time I "teach" myself. I get good grades and don't complain about school any. I don't complain about anything. I don't have any allowance and don't ask for things to purchase from my parents. Practically all my stuff in my room is either from gift money or presents from others, except maybe half of my clothes and toiletries. I have a disease called Crohn's disease, in remission for 2 years now! On meds and under control, most covered by insurance. I don't think I've spent any of my (parents') money is months, besides toiletries, that sort of the thing. I can't remember the last time I went shopping. I'm a homebody and don't really participate in any activities at the moment. I play soccer, but the season hasn't started up yet. I have a best friend like a sister, but we only hang out about once every two weeks. My parents usually have to remind me of anything happening outside the house and always enthusiastically ask me to do things with them and I do. Here's where the problem started: For a long time (ever since I was a kid, really, it's just become more complex as I've gotten older due to obvious intelligence increasing) I've wanted to be vegan, even when I didn't know there was a name for it. If you don't know what that is, it means you do not support animal products in your lifestyle. No meat, seafood, dairy, leather, fur, honey, ect. My parents agreed, though they are both completely opposite of veg. But they still supported it. Well, for dinner one night there were eggs in the dish and I said I wouldn't eat them and reminded my parents of my veganism. I ate the other side dishes though. I thought that maybe my mother had just forgotten, but she kept trying to feed me all these animal products! There's nearly nothing in the house that is vegan and that has been so for days. My mum has made it very clear for years that she wants to be in charge of the kitchen and groceries, so I let her. She seemed fine my veganism at first, but now I'm in this situation. Ok, that's not even half the problem. Because I haven't been able to eat as much (not a whole lot less) my parents think that I have an eating disorder. They won't let me out of their sight, literally. I try to close the door to my bedroom and they get angry. I'm one of those people that likes to have her door closed because it makes me more comfortable, so I asked why. They said "because I said so" and I asked them what doors were for then. They just got angry after that and have revoked nearly all my privileges as a human being! I have to tell them when I use the bathroom and they have to stand outside the door while I do my business. Seriously. I like to light candles in my room because I like the smell of vanilla, so I was going to get some matches and they took the matches away and my candle. I (shouldn't have said this, but I was angry) made a wisecrack about how I was going to burn the house down or something and they said very seriously that they wouldn't be surprised if I did and that they couldn't trust me anymore. I don't know what I did or said to them, but I honestly haven't the slightest clue what it is. Can anyone help me out?

Resolved Question: Why are lobsters alive right before it's cooked?

Someone I know ordered eight lobsters to my house as a gift to me since he knows I like seafood, especially lobsters. And the lobsters were live! Why are lobsters alive until the very last minute?

Resolved Question: What should I make my boyfriend for his birthday?

So, my boyfriend's birthday is coming up. He'll be eighteen, so I was going to do the eighteen gifts thing. And I was thinking for two, he could get like... two meals. So I thinking of making him a dinner and then a dessert. The only thing is, what should I make him? I was thinking of like a shrimp scampi sort of thing, but, he's allergic to seafood. Any ideas? And as for the dessert, well, he's allergic to chocolate. So, what can I possibly make that he can enjoy without interfering with his allergies?

Resolved Question: ways to do good at christmas? Ideas? =) Thank you everyone!?

I feel like I'm not doing enough for others, like I'm not showing enough christmas spirit. Here's what I have done (NOT bragging, only illustrating, I promise): 1. I save up all my coins throughout the year to donate to a charity at christmas 2. Go out christmas carolling 3. Donate food to church for less wealthy families 4. Donate food to the food drive 5. Go caroling (while it's not charitable, it makes people feel good!) 6. Donate non-wrapped toys to toy drive 7. I make a baked good basket for all the apartments on my floor, along with a home-made card. 8. I make a special "thank you for all that you do" basket for my landlady 9. I buy a small gift for everyone I know whom lives in my city. Truly, honestly, I do not expect gifts in return. I just do it because 1) not everyone has a big family / gets gifts 2) it feels much much much better to give than to receive and 3) I feel bad picking "favorites" and only giving to those closest to me. 10. I travel with change in my pockets to donate to the home less. 11. I eat 100% vegan (I'm a lacto vegetarian whom very rarely consumes dairy (never eggs, meat, or seafood)) for December. 12. While I have been volunteering with the SPCA (society for the prevention of cruelty against animals) for 6 years, I make sure I volunteer 5 days a week (instead of my usual 2---I'm in university and employed at 2 places so I wish I could do more in general!) there. I'd like to do more this year. I often feel I am too selfish. So I want to celebrate the spirit of christmas, bring more holiday cheer, love to others, feelings of generosity, and bring back some of the "Christ" in Christmas (I attend the mormon church --- church of jesus christ of latter day saints). Ideas? What do YOU do to bring out the goodness of christmas? =) (Sorry, didn't know what section to posted this in, and everyone in this section seems so sweet, and really wonderful. =) If you are uncomfortable with where I put this, I apologize).

Resolved Question: Whats the worst birthday you've ever had?

mine was yesterday and i chose to stay at home with my parents instead of going out with friends and my parents didnt say happy birthday to me for several hours until i reminded them...but then since i was pretty sure i wasn't getting a gift i asked if we could go to the harry potter exhibition since its the last day...they said no but i was like NBD....maybe we could get applebees in times square since its my BIRTHDAY but my parents kept saying no because my mom didnt like the food there. so then we went to some other restuarant that had seafood, just because my mom wanted to go, and my food tasted nastehh.... then we went to this place selling knock off bags and i asked if i could get one that was only 12 dollars and they said no...but then my mom got THREE purses, EIGHTY DOLLARS WORTH in total... i dont mind that i didnt get any of these things i wanted but it just bugs me that my parents treated themselves and not me... :\ MEH SHARE YOUR OWN EXPERIENCES :) no offense to people who have had worse birthdays..im just sharing mine.

Resolved Question: Does this character sound like a Gary-Stu to you?

Okay, before we start this off, i wanted to say this is not my character, it's a friend's. I think he just sounds so unrealistic.tell me what you think. Name: Alfonzo Alias’: Melodia Sims Age: 16 Gender: Male Species: ‘Human’ Birthdate: (MM/DD/YY): January 1st, 2014 Time of birth: 5:14 PM Country of OriginPlanet) Normania Birthplace: (village) Armanoia Ethnicity: Makardian Occupation: Time Traveler Language(s): Metoia (English) Native tongue: Metioa, Mekona (Japanese) Religion: Buddhism --- Culture: Cultural Background: Political affiliation: N/A --- Education: That of a prince. Taught in the arts, sword fighting, archery. IQ: Over 200 Weapons/Offensive equipment: Bow and Arrow, silver winged sword Items/Defensive equipment/Misc: Small hand knives, potions that he mixes Money/Amount of: -Funds (On person):1,000 dinomas -Funds (In bank): 2,00 dinomas Transportation: Time Travel --- Recent pictures: Blood type: A0 Height: 5 foot 4 Weight: 94 fledges Eye Color: Silver naturally, but it changes Hair: (color and length) Silver with black tips and black bangs. His hair is shaggy and always falls lightly over his right eye. Skin: (Color/complexion) Pale and normal skin color Shoe size: 6 Figure/build: Muscular from wielding heavy swords --- Distinguishing marks: -Tattoo(s): None -Scars: He had three scars that run diagonally over his face that limit the use of his left eye. -Piercings: One on his right ear in the cartilage -Clothing style: medieval prince --- Currently lives: In the castle of Normania Living Arrangements: Posh posh posh Description of daily surroundings: Brick and mortar walls being silver, dark red velvet drapes, dark purple drapes --- Hobbies: Writing, art, music, sword fighting, horseback riding and archery along with potion mixing Talents/Skills: Archery, sword fighting and potions mixing Strengths: His intellect and his sword fighting skills Weaknesses: He can easily be affected by poison and he hates rude and know it alls. --- Love interest(s): Melodia Sims Sexual Orientation: Straight --- Dominant Hand: ? Diet: None Virgin?: Yes. Drinker?: No Smoker?: No Drug user?: No Other addictions?: Sharpening swords Pet peeves: know it alls and people who can’t believe him --- Basic description: Personality: He is silent, but strong. But, when someone makes fun of him or harms someone he cares about, he gets MAD Disposition: He hates certain people who hate the know it alls and in turn, he hates know it alls in general Likes: garlic, spices, alchemy, his family Dislikes: You have read what he dislikes around 4,000 times by now… Motivations: His family, his Kingdom and his religon Morals: He oves his religion and he loves his family. He tries to never fight, but his father is one who likes to fight. Fears/Phobias: He HATES meat. Favourite quote: “Do you want to make me upset?” and “Buddha, watch me.” Favourite food: He enjoys seafood and vegetarian meals. Favourite drink: An alcoholic free wine Favourite color: Black, silver, royal red, royal blue and royal purple Favourite song: The sounds of a harp Favourite movie: N/A Favourite sport: Archery Favourite book: Anything by Machievelli Other favourites: --- Family: -Parents: The King and Queen of Normania -Siblings: None. -Other close relatives: His master, whom he has accepted as family, and the servants. Friends: Melodia Sims and some friends from the castle that are actually servants Partner: N/A Offspring: None. Enemies: The Black Time Traveler Pet(s): Large black dragon --- Special Body Augmentations: Official/Personal Training: His teacher, who is a Mage. Important Additional Notes: --- History: Early Childhood: Nothing much in his early childhood. He was taught in basic potions when he was 5 and gifted his first hand knife for protection. At age 10, he started an advanced potion class and his teacher shows him secretly how to wield magic. Adolescence: From 10-13, he learned how to wield magic and learn how to mix potions to cure poisoning and increase magic power. At 12, he got 2 new swords from his father, flasks from his teacher and a bow and quiver from his mother. Adulthood: N/A I mean, really? An IQ of 200?