that...

Let's just be real for a second...I am pretty sure I have said it before...and I stand by it...

I think MOST OF THE TIME...that a prereq for Hostesses is to be COMPLETE a dumbass. Most of the time...well Thumper is an exception to that rule.

She doesn't need babysitting, she doesn't really need guidance...she is a go getter.

She does however need to get in touch with her inner bitch...you know...call on her back bone.

People try to run over the hostesses. They pick up on the dumb or the mildness and they prey on the weak...NOT IN MY STORE.

I have always been told, "you can GIVE your lunch away everyday if you want to...but don't you EVER let ANYONE take your lunch!!"

I walk up to the front on this day when I hear Thumper say, "Heeeeelp..."

A VERY plump young lady was standing at the front wearing an outfit that would SURELY get her nominated to TLC's What Not to Wear. She was my size or better rocking a cami that was designed to be covered up by another shirt...

I'm not hating...I'm just saying...dress your body...

I asked for the down low...

and I got the basics (we operate on our toes...so for now the basics was all I needed)

Party of 7...

So I asked the usual..."Do you guys want to split up right next to each other or would you rather sit together?"

She answered in a very angry big girl sort of way..."We WILL sit together"

So I said, "Ok, give me just a second to go look around and see how long it will be"

And I went on my way...to return in 10 seconds to tell her it would only be about 10 minutes.

I went into the back & Thumper followed me...

Apparently when I walked away to check on the tables she had a Bon Qui Qui moment...and spouted out..."RUDE"

The drunk boy with her responded, "What, what did I do..."

She responded..."Not you...THAT..."

And pointed in my direction...

So I did what any good manager would do...

I assured Thumper that the 10 minutes I originally quoted was a mistake...that it would in fact be 20 to 25 minutes.

I then followed up with my bartender about the EXACT measurements of all of the drinks that they ordered to ensure that he didn't over serve them, or jeopardize our liquor cost.

Let's just say that their Patron Margarita tasted like it was from Jaurez, Mexico...

The next time that hefer comes in she will think twice about referring to me as...

THAT...

RUDE!!!!