There Will Be No Silence Of The Lambs

, , | Right | January 15, 2019

(I work in a bistro-style restaurant, and while carving meat for another customer, my coworker is taking care of an old bloke. I bear witness to this weird conversation they have.)

Customer: “I’ll have the salmon cakes with hollandaise. Thanks, mate.”

Coworker: “Oh, okay. I’ll just go see how long it’ll be; they’re just making more sauce for them.”

Customer: “Mate, there’s no need to be on your high horse about it.”

Coworker: “I’m sorry. Pardon me?”

Customer: *who’s apparently here all the time* “You heard me! You gave me s*** about it last time when I had the bloody lamb shank!”

Coworker: *looks at me* “Um, I was just going to ask how long it would be and if you were willing to wait or wanted something else.”

Customer: “Nah, I’m not taking your attitude, mate.”

Coworker: “I’m sorry, but I’m never usually on the bistro. I’m just filling. I don’t know about the lamb shank.”

Customer: *gets red in the face at that point, but I have to keep serving*

(By the time the conversation was over, I’d already finished serving my customer and the salmon cakes had come out, with the sauce, and the old bloke stormed up to pay, with his meal. My coworker and I both had a laugh over it, wondering what was up with that guy, and just generally being confused about the situation, because none of us really recognised the guy, even though he’s a “regular.” Fast forward twenty minutes later: the old bloke approached my coworker and apologised for how he’d acted. So, yay, happy ending!)

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