I own a restaurant. I believe it would be considered a dive. Not fancy, small, lots of regulars, and I wait tables. We are located in a small town that is perceived by most to be full of rich people. Consequently, we have to deal with the occassional pre-madonna.

We had a famous chef come in one day. I was so excited that while on a delivery, I was telling my customer all about it. One of his customers overheard and a little while later, she and her (much younger) husband were at my shop.

They ordered and then told me all about how she had so much money and a mansion that she lost in a storm. Now she and her new husband were struggling to deal with living in a 4 bedroom townhome near the beach. She was slightly dramatic but that made her story very colorful. I listened and felt bad for what they had been through. I have family that lost almost everything in the same storm.

They were paying their bill and she was complimenting our food and our conversation. I was thanking them for their visit and she said, “Well, when I get back to the hotel, I’m going to let them know that we went slumming and found that you are a gem!”

LOL I thanked her for her kindness and remain completely amused that someone would think that “going slumming” can be made a compliment. LOL

- Monica

It was my first day working at a well known wedding reception hall. I got to work early and my trainer told me to go and change into my uniform and meet him out in the hall. I go into the changing room and see a shit load of different uniforms hanging up all over the place. I grab the first one I see that seems to fit, and begin putting it on. I found it strange that it was all white with really big fabric knots for buttons, but I was new so I thought the outfits were just ugly. I put on the matching white pants, looked strangely at a big white hat that seemed to go with the outfit, and went out to meet the trainer in the hall. I approach the hall and see about ten other employees all wearing burgandy tuxedos. Everybody looks at me and the trainer says, “Why the fuck are you wearing a chef outfit?” I look down, turn red, and go back into the changing room while everybody is laughing. I still think the chef outfit was better than those fucking burgandy tuxes.