BW3's (wild wings and witch...with a capital B)

Ryan and I went to BW3's after golf last week. It happened to be 50 cent leg night, even though Ryan still calls them wings (you got me?). The lady who took our order told us it would be about 10-15 mins so they could drop some more legs. That's fine. I'm not happy about it, considering it's leg night and you would think they would continuously make legs. But I accept the wait time. Ten to fifteen minutes later, the lady brings Ryan's legs. He's munching away happily for a few mins and I'm thinking where in the hell is my food. The lady comes back around and says she's sorry but they had to drop some more legs. Then I get angry. I don't know exactly what I said but something to the effect that it was f-ing bs. She said don't complain to her she's new. I said fine, bring me your manager. So I complain to the manager and end up getting my food for free, plus a coupon. The lady that took our order somehow decided to turn this around on me. This is going to be her last day, she doesn't have to take this...blah blah blah. The thing is if she wasn't so damned stupid, we wouldn't be in this predicament. When we left she said have a good night real sarcastically. I should have laid into her right then and there. But I found some self control and kept walking. I hope it was her last night and that it wasn't her decision for it being so. I'm a bitter old man.