The Gift That Keeps On Giving
The steakhouse where I work gives small toys with kids’ coloring pages. One of those options, sadly, is stamps. One day, I walked into the women’s restroom to do my hourly restroom check and there were bright red flower stamps all over the mirror.
Not sure if the parents were with the child, but if not, I pray for their walls at home.
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
