Entrances are hard to find.

Last night I was heading toward the kitchen when I saw two women in coats come out of the hallway the bathrooms are in. They stopped just inside the restaurant; since the door for our carside is there too, people with to go orders often come in that door and stand in the way looking stupid instead of waiting in their cars like they're supposed to.

Anyway, I approached them with a smile.

"Do you even have any empty seats with all those cars out there?" One of them asked.
I blinked and kind of laughed. "A few," I said. "Are you here for a to go order?"

"No."

I was starting to get that you're-an-idiot-aren't-you tingling feeling. "What can I do for you?"

They ignored me; the woman who hadn't spoken yet said, "Oh, I think we're in the wrong place."

"Well, how am I supposed to know that!" snapped Women #1. "I don't come here!"

I directed them to the host stand and went into the kitchen, shaking my head. What I wanted to do was walking them both outside some basic logical reasoning: "See this door? Which has no sign over it, which you have to walk over a bed of decorative rocks to get to, which has a big red "emergency exit" bar on the inside of it, and in general has nothing identifying it as an entrance? Good. Now look at that door over there under the canopy, that the sidewalk leads right to, which has a giant fucking neon sign over it. Which one do you think is the entrance?"