Playing Loose With The Moose
When I was really little, my mom and I ordered dessert at a restaurant. I wanted the chocolate mousse because I thought it would be an actual, small chocolate moose. When a little boring bowl of chocolate showed up, I was visibly disappointed.
My mom didn’t complain, of course, because kids are stupid, and I had learned my lesson.
But the waiter noticed my moose-less despair, asked what was wrong, and then took the mousse back, poured it into tinfoil, and shaped it into a little moose head for me.
Happy child!
He got a huge tip.
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?