Tonight a regular from the restaurant I worked at earlier this year came in for dinner with his husband and two friends.

It reminded me of the second time he came to the other restaurant.

He and his partner own three small inns in the town. He was in love with the restaurant after his first visit. He would call to make reservations for his guests but could never get through. I finally gave him my cell phone number to make it easier.

Fast forward a week or so later and he and 7 friends come in for dinner.

I’m at the host stand and seat him at table 43/44.

I go back to work.

A while later my phone rings in my pocket. I pull it out and it’s this guest calling me.

For the life of me I can’t figure out what’s going on.

I answer.

He says hello, then proceeds to ask me if he might get some service.

He’s been at the table for more than 20 minutes and no one has been there yet.

I’m horrified.

I go to the table. Get a drink order. Get it started at the bar and then find their server.

He has no excuse. Can’t even explain where he’s been or what he was doing.

I see the guest one more time before I leave. He’s at the bar and we joke about the previous experience.

When I left, I called him to tell him I was leaving but did not share where I was going.

It was nice to see him tonight.

Also found out today the year round restaurant is closing for the winter on October 3.

I dodged a bullet there.