Tales of a waitress who escaped the restaurant industry and then discovered a desk job kind of blows - so I put the apron back on. And I deliver pizza because getting paid to drive around listening to music is pretty awesome.
I don't know. I have another version of the Procrastinator. You know the ones I mean.They come in when the restaurant starts to get busy...You see ahead of time they're going to take forever so you let them hang a bit while you take care of other people...And when you get back to their table (5-10 minutes later) they're staring blankly at their menu with a 'I'll have the...uh...maybe the...actually...hm...' while you're trying VERY HARD not to tap your fingers on the table or something because there are about a million other, better things you could be doing.Yeah. Them. :P
Oh yes, I had them tonight too. A good twenty minutes for this girl to figure out she wanted chicken alfredo.And then another hour for her to eat it--texting was more important than chewing. At least it was a slow night so they weren't preventing me from turning a table!
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