The Hostess With The Most-est To Say

(I am training as a waitress. My pregnant trainer and I have a 30-top, a 6-top, a 3-top, and a 2-top. Naturally, we’re both being spread thin, and we are quite exhausted. A middle-aged guy, who apparently just walked right past the hostess stand and ignored the giant sign that says, “Please wait to be seated,” stops as as we’re rushing to our tables.)

Customer: “Hi, I have a table for four and we want to sit on the patio.”

Trainer: “You’ll have to talk to the hostess about that.”

Customer: *rudely* “What, you can’t ask her for me?”

Trainer: “That’s not what I meant.”

Customer: “Never mind. I’ll ask her my f****** self.”

Trainer: *cheerfully* Okay!”

(Later, to me:)

Trainer: “Yeah, let me just drop everything I’m doing for all of my tables, despite me being in the weeds, and ask the hostess to seat you because you don’t feel like walking twenty feet.”