Shit Rolls Down Hill

***WARNING TO READERS***
If you are not grossed out by poop talk or gross analogies please continue...if you are...get your ass the hell off my blog!!!

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This is a phrase that I hear and use and believe.

What does it mean?

Shit rolls down hill- no matter what your position in life, there is always someone that is ranked under you. So if you are pushing this so called shit...it makes since that it goes down hill.

I mean think about it...your boss is uphill from you...when you have shit...you push it to those under you...bc you sure can shove it in your boss's direction.

Likewise with kids. They better not push it uphill to you...and if they do...you need to reevaluate your station in life.

The whole little saying is completely subjective.

I am up and down hill from a lot of different people. In a lot of different places in my life.

A majority of the people in this little place we call Earth subscribe to this way of thinking, they just don't call it the same thing.

So how does this apply to the restaurant?

The answer is that it doesn't have to...this is my blog...don't try to push shit uphill...I do what I want!!

GET HOW IT WORKS?

I was kidding...it totally applies.

Here is the ranking system in a restaurant...and here is how they are so subjective...

SERVER'S POV: (point of view)
Manager (KING OF THE MOUNTIAIN)
servers
cooks
hostesses
bussers
guests

MANAGER POV:
Manager
Guest
Server/Cook/Hostess/Busser

GUEST POV:
Guest
Manager
gum on the bottom of talbes
Server/Cook/Hostess/Busser

Get it...

It always seems to work just like it did last night for Plemito.

He had the most pleasant group of trashy people that's attire just screamed, "I shovel shit for a living" (in a southern twang)

and I am not just saying that because this blog is about poop...they literally looked like they walked right off the farm and into our establishment.

When Plemito would talk to them the skinny little girl that OBVIOUSLY was there to socialize and not eat would shoo him away by waving her hand as if she had something sticky stuck on her pinky.

When the food goes out to the table it usually leaves the kitchen...and then the plate returns cleanish...

Well there was something wrong with EVERYTHING!!!

The chicken sandwich was wrong, the veggie medley didn't have enough variety, the sandwich wasn't supposed to have cheese, the sandwich needed wing sauce, and all the while this little girl still didn't get that sticky stuff off her pinky.

The icing on the cake is that the shit pushers left him a generous $3 when he should have easily gotten $10.

It makes you want to find out what horse or cow they are down hill from and feed them laxatives.

And sit on top of your little hill and laugh!!!