Death By Chocolate For Dessert
(My parents are visiting me at college, and they decide to take me out for dinner. My dad used to be a waiter himself, and whenever we go out he likes to poke fun at the wait staff – all in good humor.)
Host: *after seating us* “So, your server tonight will be [name], and she’ll be able to answer any questions you have, okay?”
(He goes away, and after a few minutes of small talk and menu browsing, the server does indeed come over.)
Server: “Hi there, can I take your drink orders now?”
Me: “I’ll have a Coke.”
Mom: “A Diet Coke for me.”
Dad: “Jack Daniels. Neat.”
Server: “Okay then, and is there anything else I can help you with?”
Dad: “Yeah actually, when am I gonna die?”
Server: *sputtering* “Wha- I don’t… what!?”
Dad: “Well the host said you’d be able to answer any questions I had!”
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