Rotten Cheese

I was in the front of the restaurant when I saw a man get up from his table to tell Cheese something. She then got wide eyed so I walked over.

She told me the man's wife cut her mouth on a piece of glass that was in her margarita.

I walked over and she had the sliver in her right hand. I apologized to them PROFUSELY...and told her I would take care of the margarita.

While we were talking she nervously swirled the margarita with the straw in her left hand.

Her husband's eyes were focused on that rita...

Finally he reached into the glass and pulled out a LARGE piece of glass...and when I say large...I mean LARGE!!

His wife's mouth dropped...mine did as well.

If I had to make a comparison...it would go like this...you know those really groovy throw back sunglasses with the really big lenses...

the piece of glass was about the size of some Really gnarly sunglasses lenses

This was so hard to apologize for...I mean a sliver of glass can find its way anywhere...

BUT HOW THE HELL DOES A PIECE OF GLASS THAT BIG GET MISSED???

So my story went from apologizing and taking care of the drink...to apologizing and taking care of the entire bill.

When I offered them another drink or food...she said exactly what I would have...

HELL NO...

Cheese felt like crap...she went over to apologize to them...

they thought she was Philmont (she was waiting on them)...and they tipped her...

So we burned the well (emptied it and cleaned it for those of you that don't speak restaurant) and refilled it...all the time tripping out on the mishap...

So in one day Cheese tried to kill someone and stole a tip...where do we find this Rotten Cheese...we should ship her off to Costa Rica or something ; )