I dine out more than the average person. So, by my estimate, I’m going to have more bad restaurant experiences than the average diner.
Case in point: A couple of weeks ago, while sucking down strawberry lemonade at a Gig Harbor waterfront restaurant, I sucked a shard of glass through my straw. At first I thought it was ice, but when I spit it out and pressed it between my fingers, I drew a small bead of blood.
I debated whether I should tell my server. I didn’t want any compensation or apology. I just thought the restaurant…