Inside the Abyss of Ridiculousness
Tonight I am serving a table who called earlier in the week to speak to the owner and request that it be made clear to their server they absolutely do not want any awkward moments throughout the evening.
Now how can I resist such a thoughtful request?
I think I am developing a "Fish Called Wanda" type stutter and I feel perhaps my Turrets syndrome surfacing.
And the show goes on.
