Your Waiter Hates You #2: I love people that can’t communicate to each other at a table.
Person: “I’d like the nachos, and ______________, and ___________ as an appetizer.”
Me: “Oh, ma’am, okay - just so you know, that the other person at your table ordered nachos as a main course.”
Person: “Really? Okay, one second… (insert foreign language here) That’s fine, we’ll take two.”
I LOVE THAT YOU ORDER TWO, and I specifically discriminate your order for you in that you are ordering one as an appetizer and main course… and then you go to tell me, that YOU ORDERED ONE AS AN APPETIZER and the other person ate the APPETIZER as his MAIN MEAL during APPETIZERS.
In modern gastronomic civilization, that’s called a 3-course meal.
And the dialogue gets worse.
Person: “Do you know why it’s so cold in here? It’s so cold I can’t even chew…”
Me: “Oh, okay…”
Person: “No, it’s not okay. I’d like to see your manager. I mean look at everyone, they all have their jackets on. No one can eat.”
OH OKAY, QUEEN.
This MAN obviously had small ball syndrome. Oh, and don’t go and proceed to go and yell at the 4’11” hostess because she apparently told you 45 minutes for the A/C to work. Look at the building, do I need to explain physics?
FUCKING IDIOT ASSHOLE!