I inquired if we could make our purchases. No one announced an official closing time. Suddenly, the manager was rushing us out, stating the front doors were locked. Most people in Alabama don’t seem to be concerned with doing things classy or just being genuinely cordial, as the representatives of Avondale’s table were prime evidence. Granted, my tattoos are classy and feminine. And the hypocrisy of Avondale’s table: they had tattoos. The religious are easy to scare off if you drop the «m» or «w» word. The Avondale table lost interest when I informed them that Gabriel’s name is tatted on my side in high magick script. Then some dude mentions it was «Providence», not robotics or my doctors that saved me. The Avondale table did a toast to a successful surgery but, then it became passive-aggressive when they asked if my Victorian tat on my wrist stood for the «scarlet letter», or if I made sure they «changed the needles» whilst muttering something ugly about Portland OR. I, feeling jovial from my recent successful surgery, praised my doctors. No «last call» was announced and from our corner we didn’t see people leaving. The three of us ate our meal and drank our wine. We were right beside the Avondale table, so we got to try some samples. I did find a table on the patio and the music was great. We thought V Richards would be a great place to purchase a meal then stock up on wine. However, they had some kind of fall festival, along with the art galleries’ separate events, yesterday evening. Sometimes they have specials on wine or decent meat. Despite it taking about a half hour to get our food, they deserve at least 3 stars. The food was pretty good, the market was shop worthy and the patio was a nice touch. It was a beautiful day and we enjoyed the atmosphere. It was just a tiny tub and cost $ 13!!! We found a nice table outside next to a waterfall. I was merely trying to be nice! Too bad she couldn’t be nice back.
Well, I wasn’t asking her to do anything about it.
Her curt response was «Well I can’t do anything about that.». I said, «Guess we came at a bad time» (I felt bad that she was the only cashier. I was still in a pretty good mood and tried to joke and make small talk with the cashier. After about another 15 minutes it was finally our turn to check out. I was walking up with only a receipt and tub of chicken in my hand and another customer with a buggy FULL of groceries rushed to beat me in line (not that I can fault V Richard’s for this). We had to wait in a pretty long line there too. They took our order and started preparing it and we went to the register in the grocery store to check out. We were told the cashier who worked there was on her lunch and nobody else knew how to work the register. We went to the back counter to order sandwiches and after standing for 10 minutes (apparently in the wrong line) we were told to place our order about 10 feet down the counter, which was unattended. We were impressed with the little grocery store, but that’s not why we were there. My boyfriend and I decided this would be a nice place for a lunch date.
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