So, a girl walks into the bar. She's a student, and is acting like the kind whose daddy has paid for everything in her entire life.
SC: Hi, I want to book a table for twenty.
Me: OK, and when will this be?
SC: In about an hour.
Me: Uhh..OK.
It was quite quiet, so it wasn't going to be a big problem.
Me: So, table for twenty.
SC: NO! God! Twenty tables!
Me: Twenty tables?
SC: Yes! Twenty tables!
Me: I don't think we can accomodate that many...
SC: Twenty tables??
Me: Yes. We do not have an area big enough to fit twenty tables together...
SC: Whatever. I'll be back later.
She walks out. I am annoyed.
Phone rings.
SC: Uhhh...I made a mistake. It was a table for twenty. Not twenty tables.
Me: OK, no problem.
SC: I'll be there in half an hour.
I set up the tables. Thank God it was quiet. SC turned up wearing an assortment of "21 TODAY!!" badges all over herself.
Do you know how many people turned up for her birthday party??
Six.
Six people.
And that was including herself.
Maybe she speaks to her "friends" in the same manner she spoke to me.
SC: Hi, I want to book a table for twenty.
Me: OK, and when will this be?
SC: In about an hour.
Me: Uhh..OK.
It was quite quiet, so it wasn't going to be a big problem.
Me: So, table for twenty.
SC: NO! God! Twenty tables!
Me: Twenty tables?
SC: Yes! Twenty tables!
Me: I don't think we can accomodate that many...
SC: Twenty tables??
Me: Yes. We do not have an area big enough to fit twenty tables together...
SC: Whatever. I'll be back later.
She walks out. I am annoyed.
Phone rings.
SC: Uhhh...I made a mistake. It was a table for twenty. Not twenty tables.
Me: OK, no problem.
SC: I'll be there in half an hour.
I set up the tables. Thank God it was quiet. SC turned up wearing an assortment of "21 TODAY!!" badges all over herself.
Do you know how many people turned up for her birthday party??
Six.
Six people.
And that was including herself.
Maybe she speaks to her "friends" in the same manner she spoke to me.
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