The Mess

I am clearing plates off of my table of 2 and ask them how everything is going. The old guy sitting at the table looks up at me with a pompous glare in his eye and points down at the table to a very small amount of water. “I am guessing that means you want me to wipe that off for you?” “Yeah. If you don’t mind,” he says as if the thought of eating with that tiny speck of water THAT HE SPILLED is just unbearable. I explain to my busser that this guy is a stupid prick and send him over to wipe up the “mess”. The busser comes back over to me and says that the guy cleaned it up himself because I took too long. Thats fine, now he has an extra clean table while I make sure he waits extra long for his food. 

- Mike