This Story Has A Silver Lining

I’m serving a table for five. The mother at the table is extremely rude, complaining the entire time. There’s too much ice in her drink, not enough carbonation in her Diet Coke, her son’s broccoli is cut too big, the music is too loud, the ketchup is too sweet, the fries are too short, etc.

When they were getting done with their food, I give them their check, cash them out, and say:

Me: “Have a good night.”

She then calls me over.

Customer: “I need three boxes for the rest of the food.”

There is barely any food left. One plate has five strands of noodles, another has two pieces of broccoli, and another has one bite of chicken left, but I went and got them their boxes.

They left three quarters and four pennies for me. Fine whatever. The boxes are still there. I opened them up because either they forgot it, or they decided they didn’t need them anymore.

Each box had forks and spoons in it. One had a glass saucer. I took them out and ran outside to hand them their boxes. They were all like “Oh, thank you!”

I wish I had seen their faces when they opened up the boxes and saw the silverware missing.