I’m a helpful hostess, I run food for the servers when they are busy.
Hell, I run food even when they’re not busy. What do I receive in
return? Sexual Harrassment. Not from the server, oh no. From the
lovely, lovely customer.
I set down two plates of spaghetti and meatballs in front of what
seems to be two nice old men.
I just finished grating cheese on the first guys plate.
(To the other guy) Me: “Would you like any freshly grated cheese as
well?”
Guy: “Sure!”
Me: “Okay, just let me know when.”
*grating, grating, grating…getting to the point of being
ridiculous*
Me again: “Is that enough?”
Guy: “Yeah sure, I guess that will do it.”
I start to walk away and he says, “Ya know, I didn’t really want the
cheese, I just wanted to watch you grate it.”
Both men begin to laugh. I laugh along making it as obviously fake as
possible and walk away. Thanks a lot perverts.
- Princess Consuela Banana Hammock
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