Skip to main content

TIFU by lying to restaurant staff about my grandma‘s ears

This is my first post on Reddit so bear with me.

So my grandparents are in town visiting from across the country, and we heard there was a brand new Mexican restaurant opening nearby that was supposed to have live mariachi music. Naturally, we figured it’d be a fun night out and brought the whole family.

We walk in and the place is insanely loud—like full-on fiesta chaos. The mariachi band is doing their thing just a few feet from our table, and it’s basically a sonic assault. As we were sitting down I discreetly asked the hostess if there was any chance they could turn it down a little bit because grandma has sensitive ears. (She doesn’t and loves live music) She says she’ll do her best and manages to get the band to tone it down a notch (bless her), but it’s still loud.

Here’s where I fucked up: the staff, being amazing, comes over to check in with my grandma—the one I claimed had sensitive ears—and she, totally unaware of what I said, just goes, “Oh no, I’m fine! I love live music!”

Cue manager #1 coming over five minutes later to let us know they’re seating a large party next to us, and it’ll probably be even louder, but different loud where people are talking. My grandma, still confused and clearly vibing, goes, “Yes, of course, we don’t mind!” The manager looks puzzled and gently says, “Well, I just wasn’t sure because of your, uh… sensitive ears?” My grandma’s like, “What? Oh no, it’s great!”

They must’ve just thought she was being polite because next thing we know, they reroute the big party to the other side of the restaurant, and the waitress swings by again to double check if the music’s too much. Again, my grandma—clueless to my little lie—is like, “Nope, I’m loving this!” I already feel so guilty for lying about this, and having the amazing restaurant staff try to accommodate her.

Eventually the mariachi band packs up… but then enters band #2. I don’t know what kind of sound system they brought, but it was like being front row at a Metallica concert in a cement box. My Apple Watch literally popped up with a hearing warning—it was over 90 decibels. I also wanna say I think this band did good. It was just way too loud for the size of this building with the equipment they had they should’ve been outside. I have a video, I will link it below. I shortened it so it is just the band because I want to keep my family private.

At this point, no one can hear anything. My brother was two chairs away from me screaming and I had no idea. The manager runs over again, clearly mortified, apologizing for the volume. Grandma? “Oh I love it!” I’m dying inside.

A poor busboy even tried to tell my boyfriend that the band wasn’t permanent—it was just for the grand opening—but he couldn’t hear him. So the guy turns to me. It took him THREE tries for me to make out, “It’s just for tonight…”

So yeah. I lied about my grandma’s ears… and an entire restaurant staff desperately tried to cater to a woman who is completely unbothered and absolutely thriving in the middle of a Mexican rave.

TL;DR: Lied and said my grandma had sensitive ears so the restaurant would lower their live music. She then repeatedly told the staff how much she loved it, confusing everyone and making them bend over backwards for nothing. Then a new band came in and nearly ruptured our eardrums, but grandma was still having the time of her life.

I can’t figure out how to link a video, any advice?

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

TIFU by forgetting my purse and attempting to get fuel

Not the craziest story but hey. I'm obligated to say this was a few months ago but I cringe every time I go past the petrol station . My petrol was getting low, not dangerously so but it said 27 miles left, (oftentimes it then suddenly drops to about 16 for example, and then 5 and then 0 very fast) I didnt have my purse on me as I just didn't need it... Picked my daughter up from school and then went on to collect my 2 stepdaughters from across town and then set off for home. En route the gauge went to 7 and then suddenly it was 1 so I stopped at the petrol station near our house. The petrol was on 0 as i pulled up to the pump and that's when I realised I had no money. I left the kids in the car at the pump and went in to talk to the cashier, it wasn't mega busy but there was a queue, I'd heard that they can help you if you can't pay for fuel. Like keeping something of yours as security. It was an elderly man and he basically refused to help. At this point i...
Post a Comment
Read more

TIFU - Don’t do what I did

On Sunday morning Aug. 24th, I awoke to discover a large blind spot in my right eye, which turned out to be what is called wet age-related macular degeneration (AMD). It has resulted in a very significant, permanent loss of vision in that eye. Although I maintain good peripheral vision, whatever I focus on at best is very blurry, and mostly disappears. I can barely make out the large E at the top of the eye chart. If this happens to my left eye I’ll be unable to read or drive. It turns out that I missed the opportunity that I had to prevent this from becoming a serious problem because I failed to report what appeared to be minor changes in my vision. In the weeks prior to August I had noticed that what I knew to be straight lines appeared to my right eye to have a little waviness. I also noticed that the color of my front lawn, which I could see through the window from my recliner,  was subdued, looked almost gray, in my right eye. So I scheduled an eye exam, which revealed the p...
Post a Comment
Read more

TIFU by getting suspended for 2 days by my front office in school.

I (13M) am an African American student at Jeannette junior high who had got suspended for 2 days here. I was in math class minding my business until my teacher had told me to go to the main office, which posed no problem to me. As i went down there, the people of the front office had stopped me and made me get a new ID (yes, we have id's.) so i had asked them if i could maybe do a different alternative and call my mother to let her bring the Id here, even then, the Id isn't that important. So, although i was talking to them in a calm manner and not showing any signs of rebellion, they had threatened to call the police on me without thinking twice before calling my parents. This is where i started getting angry, and even then now the black peers agree that could have been a racially motivated action. They then told me to sit in the office conference room because of that, leading into more anger. They had then called my mother who had came over to the school didn't even let ...
Post a Comment
Read more