tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post7357789955063280914..comments2023-10-07T13:14:48.345+01:00Comments on Well Done Fillet: You know it's a bad day when you need a hacksaw.......Manuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16333257013163173911noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-85085350310642598892008-11-25T22:30:00.000+00:002008-11-25T22:30:00.000+00:00What a bunch of a-holes, and yes, it's always the ...What a bunch of a-holes, and yes, it's always the parents. That story reminds me of why I am fond of saying "I hate people". (Well, not ALL people, but you know what I mean)Quiet onehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15331808415683305902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-69375901390180918942008-11-25T13:39:00.000+00:002008-11-25T13:39:00.000+00:00Reading your terrible tale reminded me one of the ...Reading your terrible tale reminded me one of the more horrible incidents of my years spent teaching. What finally drove me out of the profession was my schoolyard experience.<BR/><BR/>I strode across the yard, swerving to avoid any contact with the young morlocks, expertly rolling a smoke in my coat pocket (one-handed I might add), when I saw one girl from my class race toward another.<BR/><BR/>I arrived too late to stop the first punch being landed and the first girl being thrown to the ground in retaliation. The girl on the ground quickly reached into her shirt and produced a short knife and tried to get to her feet; swiping at her opponent as she did so, I really didn’t know what else to do, so I tackled this 14 year old and pinned her shoulders with my legs.<BR/><BR/>I desperately hoped that would be the end of it but was immediately robbed of that illusion as I saw several quick booted kicks landed on her head. The other girl taking advantage of my pinning her adversary.<BR/><BR/>For a few short minutes, until more staff arrived to my rescue, I found myself in the thin moral ice of sitting on one 14 year old; applying all the pressure I could to her knife-brandishing arm, while punching another girl repeatedly in the chest with my one free arm to try and halt her assault.<BR/><BR/>All around us dozens of their peers gathered; shouting obscenities, screaming incoherently and, in some cases, tearing open their shirts and bras (I shit you not).<BR/><BR/>"Ah", I thought, "The future is in good hands".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-40862313780465465552008-11-25T01:47:00.000+00:002008-11-25T01:47:00.000+00:00What an unbelievable day! As if serving a table wi...What an unbelievable day! As if serving a table with children isn't bad enough...It's amazing that when some people have kids they think that the rules the rest of the world has to follow don't apply. Locking the door?!? How did that ever seem like an OK thing to do?Unhingedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11524883356651253465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-92098603590993006612008-11-24T23:53:00.000+00:002008-11-24T23:53:00.000+00:00savannah: oh we talked about that for ages at work...savannah: oh we talked about that for ages at work.....you just wouldn't do it!!<BR/><BR/>lisa: welcome: next time i'm starting the fire myself.....<BR/><BR/>mike: we pool our tips......and anyway it ended up being one of those tables with three people working it....nightmareManuelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16333257013163173911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-43877763658646536942008-11-24T22:53:00.000+00:002008-11-24T22:53:00.000+00:00OMG, Manuel...this sounds like the waiter nightmar...OMG, Manuel...this sounds like the waiter nightmare I occasionally experience after a particularly difficult nite! as far as Sunday goes, we always have what we call Happy Sunday at my restaurant... no managers, no owners, no stress ... I appreciate that you pawned off the large party and foregoing the tip ... sometimes making nothing is better than the aggravation... hillarious story, thanks...<BR/>peace, mwAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-47345038781846331932008-11-24T22:48:00.000+00:002008-11-24T22:48:00.000+00:00I was thinking the same thing about a fire. And m...I was thinking the same thing about a fire. And maybe you were able to add all the missed desserts to the family table's tab *hahahaha*Pickyknitterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05047231741072992607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-72910875157170886802008-11-24T19:40:00.000+00:002008-11-24T19:40:00.000+00:00something bothered me bout this when i read it ear...something bothered me bout this when i read it earlier! and now i fiogured out what it was (nothing about you, of course, sugar!) i call ahead and book resos always, even when it's just the 2 of us! what sort of non thinking boob thinks you can walk into a resto with more than 20 people INCLUDING children and get a table? what gall! ok, i know the answer, but i'm just venting on your behalf, darlin! xoxoxsavannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04310843901371718758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-21759511688901299672008-11-24T18:26:00.000+00:002008-11-24T18:26:00.000+00:00red hair: it didn't need a key to be locked.....it...red hair: it didn't need a key to be locked.....it; was a bad door with a bad system....<BR/><BR/>maxi: dude it was one of those tables that wouldn't take criticism well.....you know the sort smack the fuck out of you and deny questions later....<BR/><BR/>nextseatover: welcome! these are tough times and you take anything.....anything!!<BR/><BR/>red: bwahahaha yes, yes it did.....<BR/><BR/>sheepo: yes I do......and as I say these are tough times and when it comes to it you can find room for a twenty when needed. They seemed so ok-ish at first....Manuelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16333257013163173911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-88447146678756714352008-11-24T15:12:00.000+00:002008-11-24T15:12:00.000+00:00Thought you worked in one of the city centre resta...Thought you worked in one of the city centre restaurants Manuel? How'd you manage to sit an unbooked table of 25 on a sunday?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-75824931480656192282008-11-24T15:10:00.000+00:002008-11-24T15:10:00.000+00:00must have taken a few hours to peel off the 60 or ...must have taken a few hours to peel off the 60 or 70 nicotine patches eh ?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-54587490348042810272008-11-24T14:37:00.000+00:002008-11-24T14:37:00.000+00:00A table for 20!!... no reservation!!... In which a...A table for 20!!... no reservation!!... In which alternative reality??.. you are good and kind to even consider feeding them..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-76749674697056829322008-11-24T12:33:00.000+00:002008-11-24T12:33:00.000+00:00They actually locked the door? And you kept servi...They actually locked the door? And you kept serving them? Politely?<BR/><BR/>I obviously made the right choice in leaving that behind, because I'd have made a scene.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-13273931414020955332008-11-24T11:30:00.000+00:002008-11-24T11:30:00.000+00:00How did your man get the key to the door in the fi...How did your man get the key to the door in the first place???<BR/><BR/><BR/>Love the comparison of kids to nazis....very apt!Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11858877316663875866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-35039453189627521262008-11-24T11:23:00.000+00:002008-11-24T11:23:00.000+00:00dad: cd's in the wrong covers.......[pops veins ba...dad: cd's in the wrong covers.......[pops veins back in place]<BR/><BR/>conan: oh no doubt......if they had survived....Manuelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16333257013163173911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-54137734422258227152008-11-24T10:55:00.000+00:002008-11-24T10:55:00.000+00:00Hmm, a little fire would have been very interestin...Hmm, a little fire would have been very interesting... the lock-em-in parents would have sued you out of business.Conan Drummhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12377667084973491628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-28294611912565608552008-11-24T10:39:00.000+00:002008-11-24T10:39:00.000+00:00My friend has two boys aged 4 and 2. He irons all ...My friend has two boys aged 4 and 2. He irons all their clothes and hangs them in order (by season and them by size) serious case of OCD. When we were at school together I used to amuse myself by mixing up his CDs and putting them in different covers. Only thing was that I ended up more OCD than him because I had to mess things up couldn't stand it if things were tidy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-38100329113361144622008-11-24T09:48:00.000+00:002008-11-24T09:48:00.000+00:00fmc: crikey......but it;s not the kids though is i...fmc: crikey......but it;s not the kids though is it? it's the parents......I mean one kid didn't like his kids sized roast beef lunch so he refused to eat it so mum ordered him a burger. Ordered him a burger? get the fuck outta here! kids these days....grumble grumble moan moan<BR/><BR/>mrs toast: welcome, crikey! I hope their cars/mini vans breakdown on the side of the motorway or something.....I hope your wee one will learn the ways of the waiter.....or at least how not to ping forks off other kids heads.....Manuelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16333257013163173911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-18037316590753170142008-11-24T09:44:00.000+00:002008-11-24T09:44:00.000+00:00Delurking to say, that was a very very funny post....Delurking to say, that was a very very funny post. My cornflakes have now been sprayed in a wide arc over the table. (Hope that doesn't further upset your need for orderliness. I'll wipe it up now!)<BR/><BR/>Poor Manuel. *Offers tea, biscuits and gentle back rub*. Hope the troublemakers find a different Sunday hangout next time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-36820171209525160772008-11-24T09:43:00.000+00:002008-11-24T09:43:00.000+00:00Jesus, that made my ovaries shrivel up and dry jus...Jesus, that made my ovaries shrivel up and dry just by reading.fatmammycathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12307960277363243051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-78532861285666619842008-11-24T09:38:00.000+00:002008-11-24T09:38:00.000+00:00daisyfae: send asap.......please medbh: I know but...daisyfae: send asap.......please <BR/><BR/>medbh: I know but then they've won....<BR/><BR/>ggwinnerdotcom: welcome! oh yeah a real fucking peach......<BR/><BR/>savannah: thanks....<BR/><BR/>mj: I have a lawyer checking my non-smoking contract.....<BR/><BR/>steve: it was worse than a chuck e cheese.....much worse<BR/><BR/>b: seriously though it would seem that way..<BR/><BR/>a.b: a lot of popped veins for you then.....?<BR/><BR/>old k: that's why I added protestant names like Matilda and Sam and Crawford......ha!<BR/><BR/>silverstar: hey if the door had been locked with me on the other side I wouldn't have said a thing...<BR/><BR/>lottie: how? I mean how did you do that.....?Manuelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16333257013163173911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-58289677648687668842008-11-24T09:07:00.000+00:002008-11-24T09:07:00.000+00:00Lots of deep breaths. I used to be a control freak...Lots of deep breaths. I used to be a control freak then I just gave up. It's easier this way.Lottiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11936847898550251079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-19339084299694863452008-11-24T06:37:00.000+00:002008-11-24T06:37:00.000+00:00I'm with Daisy Fae, tranquilizer dart gun, and goo...I'm with Daisy Fae, tranquilizer dart gun, and good drugs for the staff. Often had days like that at the nursing home. Never knew whether to dose the residents or the staff. Or both.Silverstarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14704947799339747013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-37116082715833443242008-11-24T05:55:00.000+00:002008-11-24T05:55:00.000+00:00Ha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahhahahahahahah...Ha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahhahahahahahahaah and ha!<BR/><BR/>What a glorious tale of disaster. I would like to know how she counted 20 on her fingers? with the names Sean and Brian and a ton of kids they must have been mutated Fenian types.<BR/>A good advert for abortion maybe the Pope should work the odd Sunday in a restaurant.Old Knudsenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05939476225847425724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-38458197607557001102008-11-24T05:37:00.000+00:002008-11-24T05:37:00.000+00:00MJ - only if you inhale.I'm one too, pal. It's wh...MJ - only if you inhale.<BR/><BR/>I'm one too, pal. It's why I work for myself..... it's soooo much easier.Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11280822962202098606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-58859966743584290742008-11-24T04:32:00.000+00:002008-11-24T04:32:00.000+00:00so... basically you picked this job purely cos of ...so... basically you picked this job purely cos of how it doesn't suit you so you can write about it?Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10261762141073371095noreply@blogger.com