Meh. Thursday was so meh I was irascible all day. Irascible and crestfallen. Where has the sun gone? Where are the early signs of summer? I blame the credit crunch and politicians. They seem fair game at the moment. But then as I saw the curry shaped light of freedom and home I became rather chipper again. This chipper moment didn't last long as a table of 20 managed to squeeze and sneak their way into the restaurant not five minutes before we were due to close. The curry shaped light of home was snuffed out in an instance. I blamed myself at first for not doing the right thing (for the waiters and chums of waiters) by just saying we were closed. Damn my indecision and constant desire to be liked. I'd really rather be unpopular and at home than much loved and at work.
But meh, what ya gonna do?
I directed much narkiness and snarky comments at the late, very late, table of 20 and played the hero for quite a while until I realised they weren't really noticing/falling for it. So I just gave up and accepted that huffing and puffing wasn't really gonna get me to my big bowl of post work curry any quicker. I am so growing everyday, maturing if you will. As much as I wanted to both hit and shout at them I didn't. If I am being truly honest I just wanted to cry on them. I wanted them to know that their presence angered me and was keeping me from where I wanted to be and with what I wanted to eat. But you cant go around crying and huffing on punters, even if they really do deserve it.
Not that all waiter think as rationally as me. No some waiters really do go a step too far. Waiters like 29-year-old Yakeisha Ward. She got so pissed with one of her guests, not sure if they are called guests in a waffle house, that she went to her truck, retrieved her gun and damn well shot the guest that was annoying her. Allegedly that is.
Now obviously not even I can condone such behaviour but still it must have been a hoot. I mean imagine the look on the customer's face when faced with a waiter pissed off at your complaints of slow service. Ha, oh how I would love to do that, just once. I wouldn't want to kill someone but maybe just graze them a bit. That would put the whining out of them.
I'd stand over them in a Dirty Harry pose, "So, my service is slow then is it? Explain yourself?"
Ha, what japes. Still shooting the guest is never cool and bound to put a dent in your tips.....