I mentioned in my previous post that I had a large table of teenagers. Even though they were kids, and were so noisy I could barely get their order, they were actually a lot of fun.
Pot Smoking Manager, for some reason, decided to give them three appetizers on the house. When they were delivered, the kids were ecstatic. One of the guys was trying to be a show-off and asked me, "Where's your manager? I want to give her a kiss! It's my birthday!"
I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "You can absolutely give my manager a kiss! Let me get John right out here."