<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121553359416937711.post1662409819319036478..comments</id><updated>2008-01-23T12:15:56.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Firas Wehbe: The Road Trip Served Its Purpose</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.firaswehbe.com/feeds/1662409819319036478/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121553359416937711/1662409819319036478/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.firaswehbe.com/2008/01/road-trip-served-its-purpose.html'/><author><name>Firas Wehbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826213587245834769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121553359416937711.post-7412177556567440283</id><published>2008-01-23T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:54:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi don't know you, but your road trip was really j...</title><content type='html'>Hi don't know you, but your road trip was really just that... "a trip". I was completely amazed at the utter ignorance of the staff at the location you chose to stop at. I sympathize with you on that. I know first hand how it feels when you're tired, hungry and overall in a hurry to be on your way. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall just to watch these people (hostess, and waiters) shuffle around pretending to actually be so preocuppied with other matters rather than attending to the customers. Now, what really got me was that your hostess/waitress came up to your table appologizing profusely with a crumbled up piece of paper which in reality was the original order she took but didn't place... I guess they must enjoy people coming into their facility, placing an order, making them wait for it, and then forget about the customer all together.. Was this done on purpose? It almost seems as if it was... I'm part Syrian and I've never encountered anything like that at an Indian Restaraunt... I'm sorry you had to go through that. Your adventure was quite amuzing....&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Syrian Latina.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121553359416937711/1662409819319036478/comments/default/7412177556567440283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121553359416937711/1662409819319036478/comments/default/7412177556567440283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.firaswehbe.com/2008/01/road-trip-served-its-purpose.html?showComment=1201110840000#c7412177556567440283' title=''/><author><name>alexagabra</name><uri>http://openid.aol.com/alexagabra</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://blog.firaswehbe.com/2008/01/road-trip-served-its-purpose.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121553359416937711.post-1662409819319036478' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121553359416937711/posts/default/1662409819319036478' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>