conversations i had at work today
girl i'm training: *snaps caitlin's bra strap so hard it hurts IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DINING ROOM.*
me: don't fucking do that again.
girl: what? i didn't do anything.
me: that was wrong for so many reasons. and i'm trying to teach you how to do your job. you can't just do that.
girl: you're not as fun as dan [the guy who trained her sunday night].
guy on phone: what comes with the new york strip steak?
me: french fries and cole slaw.
guy: could i get a baked potato instead of fries?
me: we don't have baked potatoes.
guy: what if i wanted a baked potato instead of the cole slaw?
me: *hangs up*
lady: can i have a tea?
me: hot tea?
lady: yes.
(i bring tea)
lady: i wanted iced tea.
after people get sat in the smoking section...
guy: (pointing to the complete opposite end of the dining room) can we smoke over there too?
me: no.
his girlfriend: why not?
me: it's not the smoking section. this is the smoking section.
guy: oh. seriously?
me: why would we have two separate smoking sections on opposite sides of the restaurant?
guy: i guess that makes sense. damn.
middle aged guy: can we get the chicken fingers appetizer?
(later)
his dad, i think: what are these?
me: chicken fingers
guy and dad: we didn't order these.
me: yes you did.
dad: *points at chicken finger appetizer on menu* we wanted this.
me: yes. chicken fingers. *points at them on the table*
dad: they look different than i thought.
me: i'm sorry, sir.
guy who sat himself after walking right past the hosts, who tried valiantly to seat him: can i smoke here?
me: no.
guy: i wanted smoking.
me: that's why we have hosts.
guy: can i move?
me: i'm not your server. you need to talk to your server about that.
guy: yes you are.
[his sever was 4 inches shorter than me, and a solid 50 pounds heavier.]
people are normally a little bit stupid at least a couple times a night, but tonight was just exceptional in both quantity and quality.
me: don't fucking do that again.
girl: what? i didn't do anything.
me: that was wrong for so many reasons. and i'm trying to teach you how to do your job. you can't just do that.
girl: you're not as fun as dan [the guy who trained her sunday night].
guy on phone: what comes with the new york strip steak?
me: french fries and cole slaw.
guy: could i get a baked potato instead of fries?
me: we don't have baked potatoes.
guy: what if i wanted a baked potato instead of the cole slaw?
me: *hangs up*
lady: can i have a tea?
me: hot tea?
lady: yes.
(i bring tea)
lady: i wanted iced tea.
after people get sat in the smoking section...
guy: (pointing to the complete opposite end of the dining room) can we smoke over there too?
me: no.
his girlfriend: why not?
me: it's not the smoking section. this is the smoking section.
guy: oh. seriously?
me: why would we have two separate smoking sections on opposite sides of the restaurant?
guy: i guess that makes sense. damn.
middle aged guy: can we get the chicken fingers appetizer?
(later)
his dad, i think: what are these?
me: chicken fingers
guy and dad: we didn't order these.
me: yes you did.
dad: *points at chicken finger appetizer on menu* we wanted this.
me: yes. chicken fingers. *points at them on the table*
dad: they look different than i thought.
me: i'm sorry, sir.
guy who sat himself after walking right past the hosts, who tried valiantly to seat him: can i smoke here?
me: no.
guy: i wanted smoking.
me: that's why we have hosts.
guy: can i move?
me: i'm not your server. you need to talk to your server about that.
guy: yes you are.
[his sever was 4 inches shorter than me, and a solid 50 pounds heavier.]
people are normally a little bit stupid at least a couple times a night, but tonight was just exceptional in both quantity and quality.