‘You don’t mind if we put you on the end here, do you?’ asked a slightly presumptuous waitress guiding me to an already occupied table.
It seems my solo lunch at Cowdray Park café in West Sussex was about to become a communal experience as I joined a group looking outraged at the prospect of sharing their condiments.
You see, why worry about customer preference when you can avoid clearing other tables? And the apathy continued with delays and mistakes including a steak main course missing its chips – all soundtracked by a child’s noisy iPad.
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