Allow Me To (Mind)Read You The Menu

| Solon, OH, USA | Bizarre, Family & Kids, Food & Drink

(It’s a very busy night, and I am currently waiting on five tables. My current customer is an older male.)

Me: “Sir, what can I get for you tonight?”

Customer: “Oh, you know.”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “Oh, you know what I want.”

Me: “No, I’m sorry. I don’t.”

(The customer looks at his son for help.)

Son: “Dad, you have to tell her what you want to eat.”

Customer: “She KNOWS what I want.”

Son: “Just order some food Dad. She isn’t a mind reader.”

Customer: “Steak.”

Me: “What kind, sir? We have sirloin, filet, t-bone—”

Customer: “Oh, you know.”

(This proceeds for about five minutes, selecting his steak, the temperature, and sides. Finally I get to the son, who has been deciphering the conversation.)

Me: “And for you, sir?”

Son: “… I forgot.”