Just Can’t Table This Discussion

(I’m working at a family style restaurant as a server one night when the manager comes up to me looking angry.)

Manager: “Why hasn’t table 32 gotten their drinks?”

Me: “I’m not sure. I think that’s [Coworker]’s table; does she need help?”

Manager: “Oh, I thought it was your table. Sorry.”

(A few minutes later, he comes up to me again, looking frantic.)

Manager: “Table 15 says they haven’t been seen by a server yet! Why haven’t you been taking care of them?”

Me: “Because, that’s not my table. I have the 20s and 35. Not table 15.”

Manager: “Are you sure?”

Me: “Positive.”

(About an hour goes by and we are swamped. Again the same manager comes back into the kitchen screaming for me.)

Manager: “Why haven’t you taken table 54’s food out to them?”

Me: “Because… it’s not my table.”

(Apparently I’m supposed to run the whole restaurant.)