It is 2 days before Christmas and the restaurant is very busy. I am serving a table of 4 who are very picky, but nice. You know the type. They need something stupid every 2 minutes, but they are super polite about it. “Excuse me, can I have a teaspoon? I can’t stir my coffee with this spoon, it is too big.” “No problem, be right back with that.” “Excuse me, can I have a paper napkin.” “Of Course.” “Excuse me, this salad has too much dressing, can I get another one?” “I am going to kill you.” You get the idea. So, after it was all said and done it came time to pay the check, 50 dollars. I drop it off and watch as dollars and cents are carefully counted out. Finally they are finished and I go over to take the bill. “Thank you so much for the great service! Please keep the change, we left a little extra for you too, merry Christmas!” I go back to the computer station, eager to see how much they left me. I open up the check book and WOW! 4 dollars on 50! Merry Christmas you cheap bastards!
- Mike
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