"I take a breath and explain that it's the entrance and we can't allow cars to park there as it counts as a fire hazard. She responds, 'The sign says right there: handicapped parking and unless you want to start an incident, you'll notice my friend here has a walker.'
"This went round and round as we explained it was a designated handicapped drop-off point, and while we understood the confusion on that point, the car still needed to move. The woman just started repeating over and over, 'I'll move it -- BUT IT SAYS IT'S A PARKING SPACE -- but I'll move it... '
"They spent the rest of their lunch shooting me dirty looks, giving their waiter hell ('you brought me the wrong thing!' 'I'm sorry about that. What did you order?' 'I don't know!'), tipping scarcely at all, and being generally sour. On the way out, they paused by the door to put on coats and one of them said, 'I'll just email the manager. Last time, he gave me a gift card. Did you know they won't give you bread here?'" -- Craig Rogers