We’re Adults And We’re Not This Mature
I am visiting my grandmother and grandfather who live in an extremely nice assisted living community. We are “out to dinner” at the on-site restaurant, which is almost entirely staffed by wonderful high school students. A boy probably no older than fifteen is serving us.
Teenage Server: “And what can I get for you, ma’am?”
Grandmother: “Well, dear, I would like the shrimp with the—”
She suddenly stops speaking and releases the longest, loudest passing of gas I’ve ever heard. My uncle can barely contain his laughter, but the young server doesn’t even blink.
Grandmother: “Excuse me! As I was saying, the shrimp with the collard greens, dear.”
Teenager Server: “Absolutely, ma’am, that will be right out for you.”
The server walked away still without any trace of a snicker or embarrassment. Now that’s professionalism! Just goes to show that age and maturity are not always connected!
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
