Eggs Benediction
It’s the typical Sunday shift where we have the after church crowd, but something feels a little different this week. I bring this up with some coworkers when we have a minute of downtime (the fact that we have some downtime on a Sunday, even just a minute, is a sign that something is different).
Coworker #1: “Yeah, something does seem a bit off this week.”
Coworker #2: “I’ve actually got a decent tip today.”
Me: “And no one has demanded anything get remade so far. Last week, I remember that guy at table seven specifically asked for his Eggs Benedict to be remade twice!”
Coworker #1: “That’s what’s off! They’re all behaving… well… good! They’re not all being complete l a**holes.”
Coworker #2: “Oh yeah! I haven’t had to fetch [Manager] once!”
Me: “And no one has asked for anything to be comped!”
Coworker #1: “I wonder what’s happening this week?”
Our manager is walking by and is quick to answer:
Manager: “Because that guy is eating here today.”
He points to a normal-looking guy sitting in the back as part of a larger group of people.
Coworker #1: “Who is that guy?”
Manager: “That’s the priest.”
Me: “Him! Oh, I get it! They don’t want to act up in front of him.”
Coworker #2: “Oh, man, I wish he could eat here every Sunday.”
Manager: “I think he will. I’ve offered him a free lunch every Sunday if he comes in at the same time as his congregation.”
Coworker #1: “Praise the lord!”
Coworker #2: “Our prayers have been answered!”
Me: “Eggs Benedict made me find religion…”
