This was said by one of my customers last night. But before I get to that, let me just apologize for not posting stories in so long. I was sick twice this year (one was the flu, the other a viral cough...bleh) and...believe it or not, no sucky customers!
Until this weekend, anyway. Figures...last weekend of the semester=suck.
Can I Use That When You're Done?
Plating rule #1: Don't steal our tools. Ever. Half the reason we plate the stuff in the first place is so scumbags like you don't help yourselves to 6-7 pieces of chicken and wipe our supplies clean.
So don't look surprised if I glare death daggers at you if you ask me for my tongs.
Thanks. Asshole.
One of my biggest pet peeves about working the entree line alone is if I'm plating a meal, sometimes I lose track of other dishes on the line, so I end up running around like a headless chicken.
While I'm doing just that, my plates of food have run out, so a dickwad decides he wants some chicken and because I hid the tongs from him stuck his whole hand in the tray of chicken. We ended up throwing the rest of it away for safety reasons and I was stalled another 10 minutes while the cooks in the kitchen made some more.
I didn't see the guy's face, or I would've nabbed him and brought him over to Lady J and had him deal with her. She hates SCs. I'd imagine he'd be walking funny after she was done with him.
Can I Hug You?
There was a dance recital last night, so many of the dancers had their parents come down for dinner before the show. I see these two old women come over, and I prepare myself for crotchety evilness. One of them is scrutinizing every last thing on the line. Oh boy. Here we go. She opens her mouth, and the question I was least expecting comes out.
"Which of these are gluten free?"
Oh. That's....not so bad. I point out a few things which she happily takes, and told her to come find me if she wants anything for dessert because we have a secret stash of stuff for just this reason.
At the end of the night I'm cleaning glass when she comes up and cheerfully tells me everything was so delicious and I was so nice and no one here's ever helped her with her allergy before and OMGPLZCANIHUGZYEW.
I let her...when Lady J wasn't looking.
Go. Away. NAO.
Hiccups. They always come up when you least expect them, and when they do come they always get in the way.
I had a bout yesterday for almost half an hour. I was afraid to open my mouth to ask anyone anything, because my hiccups are loud and weird. And painful.
I still have no idea what brought them on.
Why So Serious?
Apparently today (Saturday) was Free Comic Book Day at a few comic stores in the area. Many people dressed up as their favorite characters to celebrate. I forgot about this holiday.
At least until The Joker decided to order a tuna wrap. Then I was rather pleasantly reminded.
Swine Flew
Intentional misspelling was intentional...because I saw a random pork chop fly through the air tonight. The culprit apparently was trying to make a ham of himself. He was caught, to everyone's relief, and quarantined.
I'll edit this tomorrow with Sunday's stories...
Until this weekend, anyway. Figures...last weekend of the semester=suck.
Can I Use That When You're Done?
Plating rule #1: Don't steal our tools. Ever. Half the reason we plate the stuff in the first place is so scumbags like you don't help yourselves to 6-7 pieces of chicken and wipe our supplies clean.
So don't look surprised if I glare death daggers at you if you ask me for my tongs.
Thanks. Asshole.
One of my biggest pet peeves about working the entree line alone is if I'm plating a meal, sometimes I lose track of other dishes on the line, so I end up running around like a headless chicken.
While I'm doing just that, my plates of food have run out, so a dickwad decides he wants some chicken and because I hid the tongs from him stuck his whole hand in the tray of chicken. We ended up throwing the rest of it away for safety reasons and I was stalled another 10 minutes while the cooks in the kitchen made some more.
I didn't see the guy's face, or I would've nabbed him and brought him over to Lady J and had him deal with her. She hates SCs. I'd imagine he'd be walking funny after she was done with him.
Can I Hug You?
There was a dance recital last night, so many of the dancers had their parents come down for dinner before the show. I see these two old women come over, and I prepare myself for crotchety evilness. One of them is scrutinizing every last thing on the line. Oh boy. Here we go. She opens her mouth, and the question I was least expecting comes out.
"Which of these are gluten free?"
Oh. That's....not so bad. I point out a few things which she happily takes, and told her to come find me if she wants anything for dessert because we have a secret stash of stuff for just this reason.
At the end of the night I'm cleaning glass when she comes up and cheerfully tells me everything was so delicious and I was so nice and no one here's ever helped her with her allergy before and OMGPLZCANIHUGZYEW.
I let her...when Lady J wasn't looking.
Go. Away. NAO.
Hiccups. They always come up when you least expect them, and when they do come they always get in the way.
I had a bout yesterday for almost half an hour. I was afraid to open my mouth to ask anyone anything, because my hiccups are loud and weird. And painful.
I still have no idea what brought them on.
Why So Serious?
Apparently today (Saturday) was Free Comic Book Day at a few comic stores in the area. Many people dressed up as their favorite characters to celebrate. I forgot about this holiday.
At least until The Joker decided to order a tuna wrap. Then I was rather pleasantly reminded.
Swine Flew
Intentional misspelling was intentional...because I saw a random pork chop fly through the air tonight. The culprit apparently was trying to make a ham of himself. He was caught, to everyone's relief, and quarantined.
I'll edit this tomorrow with Sunday's stories...
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