They said her meal was on the house, and it would be out in just a bit. Sure as shit, they came back out later and said they had screwed it up AGAIN. Now our entire meal was on the house,
		
		
	 
I've probably eaten 3,000 restaurant meals if not more, as I have driven around 1.3 million miles in my lifetime, and I am routinely gone from home at least ten weeks per year.  (This year will be "off" that  because I'm so busy all year putting together and deciding upon what shit to move to Chicago, and what stuff can be gotten rid of or sold from here without making the trip.  I'm talking tonnage.  2000 was another lowball "outlier" for good reasons, which had nothing whatsoever to do with Y2K.)  I think maybe in all that time, I've had entire or substantial parts of meals comped by restaurants no more than five times.  
I am NOT counting those meals which are comped by advance arrangement - 
which indeed is rather common in Las Vegas - but meals which receive unanticipated after-the-fact comps.
The funny thing about so few comps in my lifetime, involves my trip to Pennsylvania early last November, during the very brief interval between the Chicago Cubs and Donald Trump winning.  This was part of an ongoing series of utterly bizarre things that happened with me (all but one of them good and/or "fun" to behold, which I don't have to mention because everybody knows about it already...and I DID mention it anyway haha) that escalated around Halloween and lasted actually well into November 9, and indeed the 9th actually managed to be a total hoot, even directly in the middle of our massive national hangover.
On that Saturday, I was at a restaurant in Ephrata, after we had decided not to eat at a place in Denver (PA) that we had planned to go to.  Though nothing happened to my meal, the guy I ate with was served some weird abomination that was supposed to be turtle soup and didn't resemble it at all except that it was in a bowl; none of us know what that shit was.  Our party was 2 men, 2 women.  THREE of the meals were fucked up one way or another with missing items and such, as well, and besides the turtle soup somebody else had some awful/wrong food but I don't remember what, and I think somebody got the wrong potatoes or something.  The restaurant ended up comping us with extra food and, at the end, not marking everything down. 
Sunday, there were three of us (with me being the only "in common" person both days) and, though there were copious choices between Columbia and their home near Reading, which crosses a swath of nearly 50 miles of FOODIE PARADISE, we ended up stopping at that very same hole-in-the-wall restaurant in Denver that our Saturday party hadn't gone to.  What were the chances of THAT??  (See, I told you there were bizarre things happening.)  The staff was incompetent, and the food took forever to come out - so much so that management decided to comp most of our food.  So, out of four or five comps in my lifetime, two happened on consecutive days - and the second day happening at the place where I independently HAD NOT ended up going to on the first day?  Very weird.
No, maybe not weird at all, considering that our three-man Sunday dining party included Rational Lunacy, haha.
	
		
	
	
YES, HE DOES.
(You DO know that can be read two VERY different ways, right?  It depends on whether the last two words are adverb-verb, or adjective-noun, lol!!)