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My friend DR is kind of new to this whole food service thing, but over dinner tonight, she told me a whopper of a story that happened to her today or yesterday (not sure which).
The Setting: Dr works in a lovely casual oceanfront restaurant. Literally oceanfront...there are some chairs that are on the sand! And people come in and hang out there, or on the beach, or both, in bikinis and such. In other words, this is one casual place. Decent food, of course, but not a place you would expect fine china, if you get my drift.
The Players:
DR: my friend, a lovely and polite young woman, and in this case the unfortunate breakfast waitress.
SL: Snooty Lady, who apparently thought she was at the Four Seasons.
NW: Nice understanding woman at the next table, seated with her back to SL.
JT: My thoughts (often paralleling DR's) through this story while she is telling it to me.
SL's male companion had just ordered breakfast, and made a very simple straightforward affair of it. SL, however, was being very haughty and particular in her order, and had come to the toast.
SL: Now, I want the toast dark, but not burnt. And crispy, but not all the way through.
JT: Lady, are you kidding me? DR is a waitress, she is not in the business of designing or buiding toasters to your particular specifications!
DR: Um, ma'am, we just have one of those toasters that runs the toast through it, like on a belt.
NW: (turning around to SL, and asking very nicely) Pardon me, but what are you ordering?
SL: (indicating her choice to NW) This.
NW: (dropping the pretence of nice) That's $7.95. It's toast!
SL:
NW: (turning back around, addressing her dining companion rather loudly) It's toast, and she's ordering it like it's fucking filet mignon!
SL: (quickly)Fine. Just give me that!
How DR kept a straight face through all of this, I don't know. But major kudos to NW for putting this cat butt face in her place!
The Setting: Dr works in a lovely casual oceanfront restaurant. Literally oceanfront...there are some chairs that are on the sand! And people come in and hang out there, or on the beach, or both, in bikinis and such. In other words, this is one casual place. Decent food, of course, but not a place you would expect fine china, if you get my drift.
The Players:
DR: my friend, a lovely and polite young woman, and in this case the unfortunate breakfast waitress.
SL: Snooty Lady, who apparently thought she was at the Four Seasons.
NW: Nice understanding woman at the next table, seated with her back to SL.
JT: My thoughts (often paralleling DR's) through this story while she is telling it to me.
SL's male companion had just ordered breakfast, and made a very simple straightforward affair of it. SL, however, was being very haughty and particular in her order, and had come to the toast.
SL: Now, I want the toast dark, but not burnt. And crispy, but not all the way through.
JT: Lady, are you kidding me? DR is a waitress, she is not in the business of designing or buiding toasters to your particular specifications!
DR: Um, ma'am, we just have one of those toasters that runs the toast through it, like on a belt.
NW: (turning around to SL, and asking very nicely) Pardon me, but what are you ordering?
SL: (indicating her choice to NW) This.
NW: (dropping the pretence of nice) That's $7.95. It's toast!
SL:
NW: (turning back around, addressing her dining companion rather loudly) It's toast, and she's ordering it like it's fucking filet mignon!
SL: (quickly)Fine. Just give me that!
How DR kept a straight face through all of this, I don't know. But major kudos to NW for putting this cat butt face in her place!
aaaaaaaaaaand that's rule #1 broken
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