H2-OMG Shut Up!

I am working the Sunday after-church crowd. We’re doing brunch. A crowd swarms in, and my whole section is seated at once. I’m efficient and cool; I’m used to this. I’m working with a pounding headache, but I’m trying to work above it.

I get to the big table. 

Me: “Water is being brought as we speak. While that is being brought over to you, can I start taking everyone’s drink order?”

As I’m taking orders around the table, one diner blurts out:

Diner: “I want water!”

Me: “Yes, water is on the way.” 

I take someone else’s order, but she keeps interrupting her friends and family as they make their requests.

Diner: “And don’t you forget the water!”

I acknowledge her each time until after the fourth time.

Me: “If you ask for water again, I’ll make sure everyone here gets water but you.” 

She sank back in her chair looking dumbfounded, and I put in the order and then headed to the bar.

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