Hey everyone!  Sorry it’s been so long since a real post, work work work on my end.  Hope you all enjoyed the radio interview, and for those that haven’t listened, you can do so by clicking here, sound clip courtesy of NewsTalk980.com.

So last night was the first weekend night that I didn’t have to close in about a month.  It was weird being in a slow and shitty section again yet at first I welcomed the break.  It wasn’t a really busy night, I had already worked a day shift at my other job, and I was in the mood to not really do much.  I was totally exhausted after closing on Thursday night and opening Job #2 yesterday (Friday) morning, and I just wasn’t in the mood.

Thankfully, it didn’t start getting busy until my injections of Red Bull finally kicked in and I was starting to wake up.  I had a few pretty nice tables during the first couple of hours I was at work.  One of them was a young black couple that were just awesome.  I personally believe they were on either a first date or a blind date because it looked like they were searching before they met up and found a table.  The guy had been to my place before, the lady hadn’t, so I made it a point to give them some good treatment.  I had her laughing, I had her giggling, I had him laughing and smiling.   I had both of them drinking margaritas, and I was having a pretty good time with them.

This tables food came out fairly quickly compared to some of my tables, and it was actually correct.  I got a little behind and they were okay when it took a minute for refills, and I assumed everything was fine with them.  In hindsight, I wonder if I should have just asked them a bit more bluntly.

They came in about 5:30, and at about 6:45, they finally asked me for their bill.  I tried to get them some dessert which they refused saying they were about to leave.  I ran their credit card slip, dropped it off, said my goodbye spiel and went out to smoke.  When I came back a few minutes later, they were still sitting at my table.

About an hour later, after I get done dealing with a guest who ordered a Mudslide and got a White Russian from the bartender and serving water after water to a table of rednecks, the new couple still has not left.  It’s now about 7:30.  I haven’t picked up their credit card slip or the three dollars cash they’ve left sitting on top of it, hoping instead they will be extra generous for my letting them sit at my table for so long after paying (our tables have a 45 minute limit after the tab has been paid).  I glance at them and see they both need more drinks, so I get them and go about my business.  I was still a bit tired so having a 2 table section wasn’t bothering me that much.

Another hour goes by and they still don’t leave.  At this point I’m starting to get a bit pissed off because we’re getting busy and I need the table.  There’s still a hope that they’re going to hook me up so I still don’t ask them to leave, however close to asking I was.  My other tables of the hour weren’t really making it worth my while to be there, and I really needed to get something good on that one.

Another hour, and it’s 10:30.  That’s the limit.  I want them gone, and it’s taking all I can to not lose my temper with them because they just keep sitting and talking.  They don’t say anything as I walk by the table, they don’t even look at me or stop talking as I take all the dishes from the table except their glasses and put new silverware and menus in their place.  They don’t say a word when I sweep around their feet, trying to hint at them to leave.

11 pm rolls around, and I’m finally fed up.  I walk over to the table intending to tell them they have to leave because I’m about to be cut off the floor only to see them getting up. I look at the check presenter, there’s still only three bucks on it…the same three bucks that’s been on it all night long.  Their bill was about 30, they paid with a credit card, and they’re leaving me 10%.  No matter, maybe there’s something on the card.  They finally leave, with me trying to keep from kicking them the whole way out, and I pick up the book.

There’s not a fucking dollar more than the original three in it!  These two cocksucking bastards took up my table for almost 6 hours, kept me from making money on it, took me down to a two table section (no matter the 45 minute signs and how much I whine, I really am not allowed to tell a guest to leave) these mother fuckers still screwed me.

I hope they burn in Hell for a few eternities, and get syphillis and gonorrhea.

Ribeye

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