Shorts
Overheard at work my last week.
Two of their new waitresses bantering.
And I quote...
"So like yeah, I came back from London this summer and like needed a waitress job." Said Girl #1.
"Really? London, France? How was it?" Exclaimed Girl #2
At that point everyone started cracking up.
"Did anyone over there know English? How did you talk to people?" Girl #2 added.
The next day I was in the private room and one of the girls starts freaking out...
"Shriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiek! OH MY GOD A MOUSE!"
My response: "Hey, at least it wasn't a rat"
Her eyes widened ever further, if that was possible.
"Yeah they get as big as cats around here." I added.
I thought she was going to pass out.
posted by Waiter @ 8:16 PM
7 Comments:
Gotta love the ingenuity of some waitresses. How old are they?! And how did they manage to get hired at such a high class establishment like yours seems to be?
London, France is nothing compared to Paris, England!
I think you can see the Lourve from Big Ben.
To quote Judge Smails (from Caddyshack), "The world needs ditch diggers too."
I think you know of 2 applicants for the job!
Classic!
Oh yeah, this is a first rate establishment you've gotten yourself into.
out of all the blogs on the whole server "ness" yours is my favorite. good luck at your new establishment and please, please, make the new girls at your old place do something as mundane as they are... Emptying out the hot water from the dispenser attached to the coffee maker perhaps? i'm sure they'll stand there for an hour or so... :)
I guess they were hot model types hired to make the restaurant look good.
Is this habit spreading?
Read your "I quit!" over at bitter, sorry it didn't work out for you here. It really seemed like it would be a great place.
Wishing the best to you.
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