Saturday, October 8, 2016

Table for Briggs

A classic Friday night at a steak house. Parties are coming in and out, pretty packed, and we even get up to a forty-five minute wait. Once things calm down a bit, a party of three gentlemen walk in. Now when I say "calm down," I mean every single table/booth is occupied, just no wait in the lobby. The three men approach me, the hostess, naturally.

One of the men in a sand colored jacket mumbles, "Table for Briggs."

Can't really hear him. Restaurants are not the place to mumble. I ask, "I'm sorry, Sir, what was that?"

"BRIGGS. B-R-I-G-G-S. THREE."

Eeek okay. Check board- nothing open. I'm not really surprised though, like I said, busy Friday. So I tell him about the ten-fifteen minute wait while we wait for things to clear up.

"Seriously?! SHHEEESH!" 

Wooo he's pissed. He says something about waiting in the car, and one of the younger gentlemen waits for the pager. I explain again that I'm sorry, but I'll go check around. He thanks me, and I give the place a quick looksy. A BOOTH JUST GOT UP! I wipe it down and then run back to the younger man as he is about to join those waiting in the car. 

"Excuse me! I actually have a booth for you towards the back if that's okay!"

"Thank you so much for doing this for us. I really appreciate it," he says with sincerity. 

No biggie- just doing my job. The others come back inside, and I take then to their booth. They thank me again. Now, Hostess-Natalie is just a heighten version of myself so extra smiles and quirkiness when I throw this one at them:

"A quick fifteen minutes there- ehh???! Now I hope yas enjoy your dinner!" Goonish laugh and then I nudge Mr. Grumpy Gills in the sand jacket with my elbow. He mumbles something, and I think gives me a pity laugh.

And that "Mr. Grumpy Gills " in the sand jacket was Mr. Bernie Sanders. 

I'm sorry Bernie, for potentiality putting you on a fifteen minute wait. Didn't recognize ya- you are a lot taller in person. 

Til next time, 

Nat 




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