Some Like It Hot
(I was out to dinner the other night with my grandparents and my cousin, who is a year older than me and just turned 25. Our waiter is taking our orders:)
Cousin: “I’ll have the lamb chops with a side Caesar salad.”
Waiter: “And what temperature would you like your lamb chops?”
Cousin: “Uh… hot?”
(We all attempt to contain our laughter.)
Waiter: “Oh, I meant like medium or well done. Like, what doneness do you want your meat?”
Cousin: “Oh! Um I’ll have it…”
Grandfather: “Cooked!”
(My grandmother and I burst out laughing as the waiter tries his hardest to hold back laughter.)
Cousin: “…I’ll have it medium.”
(After the waiter walked away.)
Me: “How would you like your meat cooked? Over a bed of coals in a brick oven for four hours.”
(My grandparents start laughing again. Later on when our food is brought to our table.)
Grandmother: “Oh, [Cousin], how are your lamb chops?”
Me: “Are they hot?”
(We’re never letting him live this one down.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?