My friend Brenda and I went out for lunch today. We went to Fishbones on Northwestern. The waitress started out trying too hard. She said she had to take the signs in at her house so they wouldn't freeze and she just stood there waiting for us to say "what signs." But we didn't. She made other comments about the signs. She was pushing the issue so we gave in and asked her. She slapped the menus down on the table and said "OH GOD! You don't think I'm a waitress do you? I'm a realtor." Brenda said "if you aren't a waitress what are you doing here?" She laughed and told us the market was bad and she had to get another job. Brenda said "then that makes you a waitress!" We laughed so hard. She laughed too. She was an airhead.
We ordered. She brought us 6 glasses of water. Because she couldn't find a pitcher. She brought the order wrong. We asked for crumbled blue cheese for our salads and there wasn't any. She gave us a dirty look and said "I told you I'm not a waitress!" So, I told her "can you get us a waitress?"
We were having fun with her by now. We would ask her all kinds of questions. We made up some words and she pretended to know what we were talking about. This chick was brain dead. I don't care how bad the market was I bet she never sold a house in her life. I bet she never passed the test. This woman was a waitress but working in the wrong joint. She could have been great at a place like White Castle or Wendy's.
The kicker was when Brenda had 2 leafs of lettuce left on her plate. Dumb asked if Brenda wanted a carry out box. I kid you not. Brenda said "Yes, I would love one!"
She wasn't wearing a name tag for obvious reasons but if she was wearing one...Fishbones would be hearing from me.
3 comments:
Sounds like our first realtor. I'll bet her name was Gail.
The leftover box for lettuce is just as good as when waiters ask if you are finished eating when your plate is so clean it looks like it just came out of the dishwasher.
One day I'm going to say, "No, I'm still working on it." Then I'll pick up my plate and lick it.
I used to be a waiter. Take it from me, if you're at a party and someone asks you what you do, it's better to tell them you're a waiter than to tell them you sell houses. Selling houses is as bad as selling insurance; they can't get far enough away from you.
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