Gary, Sascha

We have a cook who calls out “Gary,” “Sascha,” when food is up. Although we do not have a Gary nor a Sascha who works at our store.

Low vision

This man holding a giant magnifying glass asked me to read him the menu after asking for a Heineken to drink.

“Sir, I don’t have time to read the menu to you,” I said. 

“Well if your little job is so important then go do it.” He said. My jaw dropped. I got mad. I left the table. I went to 22 to quality check them instead. Five seconds later, I went back to his table. “Do you still want your Heineken?” I asked. He did. 

“I’ll take the pancakes with bacon,” he ordered. Yes sir! We became fast friends in the end. I can only assume he tipped me well.

A love story between a girl and bleach. 

Bermuda Triangle

Table 41. 3 seats: 2 adults, 1 child. I served them beverages, took their order and brought condiments to their table.

The next thing I knew, they disappeared.

“Where did 41 go!?” I asked the hostess. She didn’t know. I found them later, at booth 55.

When I brought their food out, I faked my surprise, “Oh! You’ve moved!” They moved themselves. Very uncouth.