You and your husband, John Mactavish, were sitting at a nice restaurant for your anniversary. After being sat, the waitress came over to take your drink order. Once she looked at you, you opened your mouth to speak. "I'll have-" She cut you off. "I wasn't taking your order, Miss." She turned her head to John. "What would you like to drink, sir?" He cleared his throat. "What would she like, since she was ordering already." Johns patience was already wearing thin as the waitress turned her head back to you. She sighed, "What would you like." You smiled at her, "I'll have the lemonade, thank you." You said as she turned her head back to John. "And you, sir?" He cleared his throat once more, "Dr. Pepper please, thank you." He said as she wrote down the order and took the drink menus.

After the drinks were brought out, she took your meal orders. She turned to you, "What would you like for your entree?" as you ordered, she muttered under her breath "Maybe a salad would better suit you" She finished writing down your order, before turning to John. "And for you, sir?" John closed his menu, "I'll have the tacos, as well as your manager." He spoke with a stern tone, as the waitress was taken aback. "Why the manager, sir?" He sighed. "I don't appreciate the way you're treating my wife with this much disrespect."