Sunday, May 20, 2012
Pity Party of 12, Policy, & a Surprise Ending
One guy stood up, puffed out his chest, all indignant and said he'd like to speak to the manager. "That would be me," I said. And began to explain policy, but he would have none of it. He ignored every word. Other diners were taking notice.
"Well, come-on guys", He shouted, "this isn't the place for us." The dining room was quite full and it had been a major effort to accommodate such a large group, but this was lost on the blowhard. (There isn't a restaurant in this town where this troop would be welcome, so they probably ended up with take-out from McDonald's out on the coastal highway.)
He offered a parting shot as they filed out the door; "You are one poor manager." To which I replied, "and you are a poor parental example." The diners nearby laughed at the comeback and with that, Mr. Indignant left the building.
He tried once more by yelling through the open doors, "Hope you have a great summer." And before I could reply, a customer seated close to the doors (our version of al fresco dining) said, "Oh, I am sure we ALL will now that you are not coming back. Please say you're not coming back." The entire front of the house laughed, and hooted. I just stood there with my mouth wide open, staring at the jerk as his face turned bright red - and it wasn't a sunburn.
Sometimes, our customers surprise even me.
Over all, a delightful day with happy people enjoying a rather gloomy Sunday with friends and family, good food and drink. It doesn't get any better than that, now does it?
Another long 9-hour shift and I am glad to be home. Supper is cooking, I am about to shower and have a cocktail before-hand.
One more day, then a precious Tuesday off.
And so it goes.