The Tables Have Turned
(ALL of our tables have numbers on them for the kitchen to take food to. When customers come to a till to place their order, we must ask for a table number, as there are approximately two-hundred tables. This happens to my coworker who is working the till.)
Coworker: “Hello! How are yo—”
Customer: “I’d like a steak sandwich, kids’ spaghetti, a salmon sandwich, side of chips, side of onion rings, a latte, a cappuccino…”
(She rants off this massive order without stopping. Meanwhile, my coworker hasn’t done anything yet as she hasn’t been given a table number.)
Coworker: “Sorry, I need a table number first.”
Customer: “What?!”
Coworker: “I need a table number before I can take your food order.”
Customer: “Well, I’m over there!” *gesticulates randomly*
Coworker: “Each table has a number; we need the number or I cannot take your order.”
Customer: “I am outside! Can’t you just tell the kitchen to take it outside?”
Coworker: “No, because there are other people sitting outside as well as you. I need the table number.”
(The customer then THREW the menu at my coworker and stormed off. She didn’t go to get her table number as we didn’t see her for the rest of the day!)