Conversation I had today, with an especially polite and courteous customer. You know, the kind of people you hope to come in for breakfast/lunch/dinner on a bank holiday Monday.
Me: Here's your fish and chips, and bread and butter. Anything else? My interior monologue is screaming please say no so I can get back to the kitchen.
Customer touches plate. 'Uh, excuse me. your plates warm.'
Me: Yes, it would be, its been on a hot plate.
Customer: I'm sorry but my breads getting cooked. I didnt ask for toast
Me: Sir, look around you. There are people waiting for their food. If you would rather, I could always give it to one of them.
Customer: Excuse me?
Me: Pretty sure you heard me. But let me explain it for you. When the chef plates up, everything goes on the hot plate, for say, 30 secs. Before one of us brings it out. The kitchen isnt the tardis. There isnt room to swing a cat. So if you want, I can give this to somebody else. Ok?
Customer: Well, I. Uh.
Me: Would you like any sauces or anything else? No, ok then. enjoy your meal.
And then this is what really happened.
Me: Here's your fish and chips, and bread and butter. Anything else? My interior monologue is screaming please say no so I can get back to the kitchen.
Customer touches plate. 'Uh, excuse me. your plates warm.'
Me: Ok sir, let me just change that for you.
P.S
Dont get me wrong though. I also got my 100th old person cooing over ze hair. So theyre not all bad. I think I should design a T-shirt with, Yes. It is my natural hair colour.
I'd wear it.
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