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I love eating out at restaurants except for one thing. The water. When you take a drink the water shouldn't have a taste to it but more often than not it does. I guess I'm too sensitive but in reality the problem was affecting my weight loss since sodas are usually the only other option. After sitting down to figure out where I could cut calories I ended up with a plan. It was simple really. Just take a bottle of water and instead of ordering soda I could get a glass of ice and be done. Simple? I hadn't thought this one out completely. 

I first tried out my plan at a local Mexican restaurant that I frequent. They have the smallest grilled chicken breast I have ever seen and it was perfect for my diet. As soon as I sat down a bored waitress came over and asked what I would like to drink.
"Just ice," I smiled.
Just ice?" she seemed miffed but turned and left. I guess she had time to ponder my request on the way to the kitchen because she returned with the glass of ice in hand but didn't set it down.
"You have your own drink?"
"Yes," I used my polite voice.
"You can't have your own drink in here," she said abruptly.
"Oh," I was a little surprised, " it's just bottled water."
"We have water!" she was obviously irritated.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, "I'll have a bottle of water."
"We don't have bottled water."
"OK," now I was getting irritated, "what kind of water do you have?" 
"We have tap water." 
I consider myself to be a calm person but she was really getting on my nerves.
"How much do you charge for tap water?" I quizzed her.
"Water is free!" the waitress snapped back.
"OK," I squirmed in my seat a little, "I have to drink this bottle because the doctor says I can no longer have dirt in my drinking water."
She gave me a hard look and then believe it or not she set down the glass of ice and walked away!

The rest of my meal went without much problem, mostly because I didn't see her until the tiny chicken breast was ready and again when the check came. I still don't understand why a waitress would get so upset about bringing your own water if they don't sell it. I finished my meal and left the empty water bottle as part of her tip. 

As I was walking out the door she scowled at me and I heard her customer ask, "Why can't I have bottled water? That guy had one!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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