I didn't have any fun customers; all I had were old couples. Didn't have a table bigger than two all night. Didn't make shit, of course.
The only thing that's even remotely interesting about this night is the lady who sent two steaks back, saying they were so tough she couldn't even cut them. I think she just has no strength in her hands, as I sliced in to both of them in the back and they were fine. The second one the manager was dealing with her and she kept pointing at "white stuff" in the steak and saying it was sooooo salty. But she wouldn't let us get her anything else. Even Lapdog manager said "She's just a bitch."
And that was the most exciting thing to happen tonight. Well, that and the cooks mooning each other, but I wouldn't call that exciting so much as disturbing. Next thing you know they'll have a penis showing game.