Personal Narrative: Bob Evans

We had just come from my granddaughter’s basketball game and we had decided to go to the Bob Evans in Marysville. That particular Bob Evans does not have a good reputation with me but since my dear grandchildren wanted to eat there I simply replied, “Why not.”. When we got inside a very cheery room greeted us. There was a beautiful chandelier covering twenty or so tables with green tablecloths and the usual condiments. “It looks good enough.” I thought optimistically. When we sat down it was about 7:00 PM. We thankfully did not get the same waiter, instead we got a rebellious young woman who looked about seventeen years old or so with her red hair pulled back in a loose ponytail.You could tell she was a natural redhead and had tried to dye it blue, but she had only managed to dye a single rebelious streak that was hanging out of her hair. She was wearing the usual Bob Evans uniform with a nametag that read ‘Emily’. “She looks nice enough,” I thought to myself, “At least better than the last one,”. We then ordered. My son Matt and granddaughter Megan ordered biscuits and gravy, my husband Larry, daughter-in-law Libby and I ordered a breakfast combo and my other two grandchildren Colby and Molly and ordered pancakes. We waited 2 and a half hours until they finally brought our …show more content…
He had a mole with two hairs sprouting from it above his upper lip. In a way he looked like Jack Black and Al ,from Toy Story 2 . He was wearing a white dress shirt with an apple green vest and tie. He was also wearing khaki dress pant and a brown belt. He was also wearing a nametag that said ‘Stanley’. A little surprised by his size and his mole when he asked me what I wanted it caught me off guard. “Um...Stanley this place has awful service and terrible waiters and waitresses,”I scolded,”Some of them don’t even know the