This is long... but the service inspired a fic for a roleplay group Truth be told, this actually happened. When we went to Eclecticon, they had a restaurant inside the hotel. After the evening's events one night, we stopped there for a snack..in costume...and got treated VERY rudely by the restaurant staff. It wasn't the first time we had been there that day in our Jedi garb. They treated us fine at lunch and supper, but that night...*sigh* I've never been treated like that. *still shaking her head over her $4 4.0 oz of ice cream served in a Styrofoam cup thunked on the counter by an annoyed waiter.* - Commentary by Togin's playerThat's What You Call Service
"Master, this is getting ridiculous," Togin Conpeq muttered under her breath, Only her master and Kaliandra could hear her complaint.
"Patience, Togin," Alida said quietly. Her lips twisted into a slight smile. The rudeness of the establishment's proprietors was, sadly, becoming more and more common throughout the Republic. There had been a time, not long before, when the Jedi would have been welcomed in this place with open arms. Now, however, they received suspicious stares but were otherwise ignored.
This was not acceptable to the three hungry Jedi. However, Alida was content to wait until their presence and the fact that they blocked the restaurant's main entrance could no longer be ignored.
"Master, she's right," Kaliandra grumbled. "We're going to starve before they ever decide to seat us."
The Jerzeens had been amazingly adept at sidestepping the three robed figures. Togin was quite impressed by the fact that they managed to go around the Jedi without ever making eye contact.
After waiting for a while longer, Togin finally sighed audibly. "Let's just get this to go. They can't possibly ignore us if we stand right at the counter, can they?"
Apparently, they could. Even Alida's patience was being tested. They did not have time to seek out another eating establishment, as they were due back at the negotiations.. Perhaps, Alida mused, this was why the Jerzeens were so unfriendly. The trade negotiations between Jerzeen and Yawk had been extremely difficult and not quite as popular as the leaders of each contingent seemed to think.
With a hungry knight and padawan by her side, Alida decided that the situation called for more than quiet patience. Leaning over the counter, she snagged the sleeve of a passing waiter. "You need to take our order," she said, bringing the Force to bear on the hostile being.
"I need to take your order - in just a minute." He shrugged from her grasp. Togin hid a grin behind her hand. Kali didn't bother. Even as annoyed as she was, she couldn't help but laugh at the look of disbelief on Alida's face.
Finally, the surly waiter returned and before too much longer, three grease laden paper sacks were plunked down in front of the Jedi.
"Oh, yum," Kali snickered. She held her bag away from her robe, watching in dismay as grease dripped to fall to the ground. They made their way out to the walkway in front of the restaurant.
"Greasy vegetables?" asked Togin. "They really don't like us, do they?" She also held her sack at arm's length, her nose wrinkling at the smell coming from the bag.
"It's nourishment," Alida said. "I promised you food, I didn't say it would be good food."
"I think you should let me pick the restaurant for dinner tonight," offered Togin. Kaliandra nodded enthusiastically.
"Please let her, Master! You don't have the best luck in finding-"
"Togin Conpeq and Kaliandra Daroa! Are you insinuating that I cannot find a decent restaurant on this planet?"
"No, Master. I'd never insinuate something like that. I'm coming right out and saying it," laughed Togin.
The Jerzeens on the walkway gave the three smiling Jedi a wide berth. Some muttered behind their hands to their companions.We'll be done here soon,
Alida reassured her current and former padawans. Not everyone appreciates what the Jedi do throughout the Republic.
They paused at the entrance of the state building where the negotiations were being held. "True, Master," agreed Togin. "I just wish they wouldn't try to poison us, as well."
And, with that, three lunch sacks sailed through the air and into the garbage disposal unit.
"No big loss," Kali said. "There's always dinner."