Not Too Happy A Day

Yeah, we're not to happy with how Father's Day this year turned out really, at least, for the actual day - today - itself.

2 weeks' back mum mentioned that dad's briefcase was broken (the handle snapped or summat) and so she was suggesting that we get him a new briefcase before he gets back from work overseas. So dad got his Father's Day present in advance, and we thought, "There, Father's Day settled."

Except that we kept having this niggling feeling in the back of our head that something wasn't done yet for Father's Day. It wasn't until Friday that we realised, "Oh yeah...Father's Day dinner not yet settled. Shit, not yet plan. Die."

Texted mum while at work on Saturday to ask her about Father's Day dinner:

Father's Day dinner how?
Don't know.
Okay I book Jake's.
Tonight?
Tomorrow.

Jake's Charbroil Steaks at Medan Damansara is the family's usual spot for family dinners during special occasions (Mum's Day, Dad's Day, birthdays etc) if there isn't any request for other places, or like in this case, when it's a last-minute dinner reservation (as we don't have much restaurant numbers stored on the phone).

So come today we heads off for Jake's - and the three of us were seated at a couple's seat that was tucked away in a corner.

Hello?

You put an extra table for us is fine...it's just that now the parents are sandwiched between the table and the wall and can't get out, unless we push out the table onto the corridor. That place really isn't meant for more than 2 people!

And after dinner, the valet returns dad's car...with oil droplets trailing down the left side of the car.

And no one apologizes when this was pointed out to them too.

Oi!

Not happy at all.

Even if it's a busy occasion we could expect better. No complaints about the food tho'.

At least while we weren't too happy about dinner affairs, dad didn't complain. Better still when calling for the bill:

"She's paying. Today Father's Day, father not paying."

So waitress passes bill to mum. Mum opens purse, drops dad's supplementary credit card onto the tray.

-_-'

"Comes back to me paying right?" laughs dad.

Might as well we pay lah, except that mum would harangue us for using our credit card (not dad's supplementary!).

Note-to-self: Shall think of San Francisco Steakhouse for next family dinner then.