Wendy and I just returned from a lovely night out. We went to Outback Steakhouse. So once we were seated, we each ordered a soda and some food. We were given our drinks and were praying for our meals when all of a sudden Wendy's glass mug broke in half. It was a silent and clear break. Completely in half in the same fashion that the veil of the temple was rent in twain! And so Sprite covered the table as we were trying our very hardest to absorb the liquid with our napkins. Wendy was unsuccessful in keeping the drink out of her lap. Luckily one of the servers finally noticed the fiasco and had us moved to a dry table and provided Wendy a new soda. It is strange that these restaurant professionals would not have known that warm glass would crack when met by a cold counter-part. In like manner, cold glasses will crack when filled with hot coffee. I even noticed that my glass was warm, but I didn't expect Wendy's glass to give in to the cold temperature. We felt sorry for our waitress because she had been having one of those days.

One other thing about Outback is that they do not have any standard gravy. Instead, I was given this gross cabernet sort of thing that made me want to puke, but when the waitress noticed that I wasn't eating that, she was on the verge of suicide. So as I am having her wrap up my tapatoes, I asked her to wrap up the cabernet sauce as well. That made her feel a little bit better, but again, it was one of those days. As she was taking my plate, and fifteen others, she lost control of her load and spilled the sauce and lost a steak knife to the floor. She frustratingly said, "I'll get you some more sauce." So then she comes back and tells us that we have to wait for the chef to make up some more of that cabernet sauce (that I don't even like). So we waited.

All in all, it wasn't too bad, but to my surprise the management made no effort to take any compensatory action. They took warm glasses and filled them with ice-cold soda which caused one of the glasses to break, thus resulting in a very inconvenient situation and a wife with soda in her lap. Yet they didn't so much as give us a tiny discount, even though we were kindest people that anyone could have possibly been. What gets me is that if we had been irate and complained, we probably would have got our meal for free. So where's the reward for being nice? It reminds me of Jeremiah, who cries out:

Why does the way of the wicked prosper?
Why do all who are treacherous thrive?
Jeremiah 12:1