The Servers Weren’t The Only Ones Serving
We once had a table where all the waitstaff would walk past slowly to eavesdrop on the conversation of the ladies sitting there.
My coworker is a guy with hair that ends just above shoulder length. He’s serving the table of older ladies when one of them complains loudly:
Customer: “Young man! This is an establishment that serves food! Your hair needs to be tied back!”
I see my coworker come back to serve them again, this time with his hair put up. One of the ladies had been using the restroom when this happened, but had been brought up to speed by a friend. This other lady says to the server:
Other Customer: “You can take your hair down. Please ignore her for the rest of the night; she’s such a b****.”
Customer: “I am not a b****!”
Other Customer: “You’re just jealous of his hair because you ruined yours with all that hair bleach! No one ever believed you were a platinum blonde, hun!”
Customer: “You b****!”
Other Customer: “Yes, but unlike you, I’m proud to be one!”
The rest of their conversation was quieter, but along the same lines. I’m not sure if it was the best table we’d ever had, or the worst, but it certainly was the most interesting!
