Friday evening I went out on a date with my hot lady friend (just don't tell Erica) to Texas Roadhouse. I dropped her off at the door to get a table and I circled the parking lot several times earnestly trying to find a spot. When I finally found one nearly a mile away I was unable to park in it because someone else was pushing his idled car into an adjacent spot. After waiting a good five minutes I entered the nearly empty lobby of the restaurant and found said lady friend sitting on a bench. When I inquired the wait she said that it would be an hour and twenty minutes. I could not see how the wait could be so long. I humbly agreed to wait and began talking to the elderly ladies that were complaining next to me.
--"How could the wait be so long!?!? They said that ALL of the call-aheads would be seated ahead of us even though they are not even here yet."
--"Ma'am, I work here..."
--"OH YOU DO!?"
--"Yes, and I do not know why the wait is so long. It's only 5:00, nobody is in the lobby, and we have a whole new section (about 13 more tables) to seat."
About that time the main hostess looks up and waves at me. She quickly motions me to the stand and seats us.
--"If I had know that you were here you would not have had to wait even those ten minutes."
We were promptly seated with the best server there and the food was the best I had ever had there.
So, I figure that my job has some perks.
Not much happened at work this Sunday. Just a matter of breaking dishes and cleaning up messes.
A server approached me and explained that someone had broken a glass in the ice machine. I knew that this meant "Chaz, get your butt over there and clean it up." I groaned at the idea of cleaning out all of the ice, a process that can take around twenty minutes. I filled a bus tub of ice and took it to the sink basin to melt the ice with hot water. While melting, I thought that I stuck my finger on some glass and quickly released the water hose to grab my finger. The hose began flailing hot water in the air and all over me. I jumped to turn the faucet off, but by the time I did I was completely soaked. The event was greeted with much laughter and light-hearted jokes.
Customer Punchline of the WEEK!!!
A waitress dropped a bowl of baked beans in front of a large party. I quickly scrambled over to the table to help clean up the mess. An old lady leans over and whispers into my ear "I guess she spilled the beans." *ensuing, geriatric cackles*
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