Getting What You Paid For

My Mom and I were out to eat.  We had frequented this restaurant four times in the last week, I realized. 
As we were about to leave, the waitress came up to me and told me that she had terrible acne like mine when she was little.  That's right, a waitress approached me and said something about it without anyone saying anything to her.  It was a little strange, but not the end of the world. 
She suggested something that she would buy at the dollar store and was so powerful that I would have to use it sparingly.  I was intrigued, and maybe I'll try it.
It was totally strange to get accosted by a waitress my Mom's age.