Huntsvegas...Huntsvegas...Huntsvegas

So I began my night with an awareness of sorts...

I really enjoy working at this restaurant. It is nice to go get a breath of fresh air at another restaurant.

The people are all cool...and it is just nice for a change every now and again.

And the customers...oh the customers...

THEY ARE NOT THE SAME...NOT EVEN CLOSE

So being that I am from a small podunk town not far from Huntsvegas I am aware of the clientele that will be drawn to this place.

I will give you a couple of instances of the type of "folk" we are dealing with.

The first example comes by way of Buzzer...

Buzzer had a table of idiots that decided that they were going to give him the ultimate insult...

a 1 cent tip...

except the idiots only had .24 cents on the gift card

but the kicker is that they left the card

dummies

The second example was Oranganator's table...

They asked Buzzer for change...they handed him a $20

They didn't specify how they wanted it...so I broke it all the way down.

That is just the type of chick I am.

They looked up to see me sort of pointing at them...and by sort of pointing I mean that my index finger was extended in their direction...I was identifying them as natives of my homeland.

When they spoke to me across the bar I realized the extent of their home training.

They let me know they were going to leave it for her...HOW KIND

Third time is a charm right...

Roo had a table that ordered a salad.

When he delivered it to the table he moved on to take an order from the next table.

When he turned to walk back towards the kitchen he was met with a bowl in the face.

No joke...the man got up and stood behind him waiting for him to turn around to show him this salad.

The bald man with a bushy beard was not pleased with his salad...and was apparently impatient.

He told Roo that the salad leaves were wilted.

Roo got him another salad.

When he dropped it off at the table the man dug around in the salad and found another piece of less than perfect lettuce.

He dramatically asked Roo what that was he was serving him...

***DISCLAIMER***

I was not present for this...Roo told the story...and did it so well that I am feeling writers remorse at my inability to stand up to his reenactment. Roo...feel free to comment some verbatims for us!!!

***DISCLAIMER END***

Roo is pretty quick on his toes so I am sure there were about 13,359 things that he wanted to answer him with...

but loving his job ; )...he was polite instead.

The man went on to tell him that it must have been a bad batch of lettuce....

and then decided he was leaving...

This is normally where I would have gotten involved and done something really nice to get him to stay, but it all happened so fast that I didn't even get a chance to get involved.

Huntsvegas...Huntsvegas...Huntsvegas