Yesterday was routine and not so routine at Buffalo Wild Wings.
The routine: winning every trivia game. There was this one guy who came in between 1;30 and 2:30 with his son and thought he was a know-it-all. He got his first four questions right and had a lead of almost 1,400 points after four questions, which during the Lunchtime game, is nearly insurmountable, because there are only seven questions total. Fortunately, I was able to come back and pass him, and I beat him at the last Lunchtime game of the day before nailing him good in the first Countdown contest at 2 p.m.
It’s great to beat guest trivia players. Those are the type of players who just come in and fool around because it seems like fun. If you want to be a serious player, register with the NTN Buzztime site and get a real handle. While I have trouble with RONDO, at least he doesn’t hide behind a phony guest handle and identifies himself.
It got really interesting just after 5. A couple came in with their young son, but before they sat down in the booth, they walked out. They came back for a second, but then walked out again, and the booth was cleared. A few minutes later, the father came back and chewed out Chad, one of the managers, telling him how dirty the table and the seats were. The hostess and Chad both offered to seat the family at another table, but they refused. I’m now afraid they’ll complain to the corporate office and someone
I’ve had bad experiences in restaurants. We’ve all had them. But for the most part, they come in fast-food outlets, where the workers are low-skilled and getting people in and out is far more important than getting things right. I can’t count the number of times my order has been wrong at a fast-food place. The McDonald’s in Russell is the worst.
I thought the man in this case was being a turd. He could have just as easily sat at another table. Instead, he decided to make a scene. Bad. Very bad.
Glory Daze and Showdown, the trivia games played at 6:30 and 7 on Tuesday evenings, were hardly a challenge from other players. I won those rather easily. Brainbuster, the 8 p.m. Tuesday game, was a little tougher, because a couple–both hiding behind guest handles–were playing together and sharing answers. I passed them for good when neither knew where President Pierce was born. I’ve known since the fourth grade it was New Hampshire.
I actually slept with both TV sets in my hotel room turned off. I almost always fall asleep with the TV on. It’s just a habit.
I’m still in my room, but at least this time my work is done and I don’t have a long drive to Buffalo Wild Wings. Not like last week when
I’m probably going to be changing hotels tomorrow. I have a four-night reservation at the hotel I’m at, but the rate is $40 more than what I have at the Overland Park Marriott. After taxes, the difference comes out to $182, which is two tanks of gas and four meals at Buffalo Wild Wings. I guess I could call Marriott and see if I could negotiate it down to $109 a night. Then again, I’ve been treated so well in JoCo I might as well not spurn them.