During a really crazy rush I get sat with a party of 2. They are super nice and polite. Everything is going wrong in the restaurant. Tickets are not printing, things are getting mixed up, computers are down, no busser, it is a nightmare. Anyway, this nice couple patiently waits for there dinner, 2 lasagnas, and I see one of the other staff members running it out as I am getting slammed with more and more tables. I go over to the table a minute or two after the food is dropped to make sure everything is ok. I look down and see that there is only one lasagna on the table. I turn to the husband and ask if there was something wrong with his plate. “I never got it, the girl who brought the food gave it to that table right next to us.” I turn around and watch as his lasagna is being ravaged by an apparently very hungry lady. Great. I apologize and tell him that I will get a plate out to him ASAP. My lovely hostess brings him another plate. He asks for a side of Tabasco which she also grabs for him. I watch from afar as I am running around like a chicken with no head. I approach the table again to see how everything is tasting. I look down in horror at the man’s lasagna to see it covered with an obscene amount of Tabasco sauce. Oh no. “What happened?” The man shakes his head and says, “I went to put a few dashes of sauce on my food but apparently there is no topper, it dumped half the bottle onto my meal.” This is going to be a long night.
- J
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I hate that it always seems to go that way! ONE thing can never just mess up, it has to be eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeverything. And always to the one table that was actually going to tip well.
“waits for their* dinner.”