Sunday, March 16, 2008
Lovely Sundays
So today is Sunday, usually a day that most servers despise, except for me. I NEVER work on Sundays. It is not a religious thing, it is not a moral thing, I just hate the Sunday crowd, and have gained enough respect from my management to never work that day. EVER!
So, in order to give a little back to my fellow servers, I hold a cookout almost every Sunday. Everyone brings beer, wine, or liquor, and whatever food they would like to have cooked. My girlfriend and I cook everything and everyone always has a good time.
There is one problem though. Sometimes when you invite dramatic people in mass over to your house, especially after a day of bad tippers and stupid complaints about nothing, drama will happen.
So everything is going well. This week I haven't burnt any of the food, and we are not even close to running out of beer, when the couple that is notorious for fighting in our restaurant start fighting, again.
"You're stupid!" She says
"No you are!" The boyfriend exclaims.
"How about you are both stupid and we can all get back to having a good time." Q exclaims (thats me by the way).
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because their faces turned red as beets, everyone got quite, and I could already tell our abundance of beer would quickly be evaporated.
What else do you say in that sort of nonsense situation other than just more nonsense?
Next time I will just finish my beer first, that should give me the ability to say something witty.
So, in order to give a little back to my fellow servers, I hold a cookout almost every Sunday. Everyone brings beer, wine, or liquor, and whatever food they would like to have cooked. My girlfriend and I cook everything and everyone always has a good time.
There is one problem though. Sometimes when you invite dramatic people in mass over to your house, especially after a day of bad tippers and stupid complaints about nothing, drama will happen.
So everything is going well. This week I haven't burnt any of the food, and we are not even close to running out of beer, when the couple that is notorious for fighting in our restaurant start fighting, again.
"You're stupid!" She says
"No you are!" The boyfriend exclaims.
"How about you are both stupid and we can all get back to having a good time." Q exclaims (thats me by the way).
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because their faces turned red as beets, everyone got quite, and I could already tell our abundance of beer would quickly be evaporated.
What else do you say in that sort of nonsense situation other than just more nonsense?
Next time I will just finish my beer first, that should give me the ability to say something witty.
Labels: cookout, fight, serving, sunday
# posted by Q @ 5:17 PM 
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