Meanwhile, Jenny’s out back huffing her Pall Malls talking shit about Alfredo lover…
you start stomping through the kitchen, looking for your server
“Sir, you can’t come back here!”
“I HAVE TO FIND JENNAY!!”
A few hours later:
“No, this is not Jenny, Sir.”
“Sir‽”
“Sir, now please let go of Ms. Understood and come out with your hands in the air!”
It drives me crazy when they drop the food off and then come back like 30 seconds later and ask how it is. I don’t know, man! I haven’t even tasted it yet. Look at my plate. Does it look like I know how it is?
Or how about interrupting your conversation (if you can hear above the loud music)?