Sometimes you can’t make this shit up.

Tonight was a normal night. Quiet compared to the last few weeks. We get the first turn seated.

Night is progressing nicely.

A turn for you non restaurant folks is a seating of a table. Restaurants can turn their tables two, three, four times a night depending on how fast the guest eats and how long the restaurant stays open. We can usually get two turns between 5 and 8:30.

The first turn for us is between 5 and 5:45. The second turn starts at 7:00.

We are are at the end of the first turn.

It’s about 6:45 and we start our second push at 7:00.

I usually try to make it the restroom just before the push starts.

I go in.

I pee, wash my hands and open the door.

And standing right in front of me is Mr Jones.

Literally, his face is six inches from my face.

He says, “excuse me can I talk to you a minute?”

Seriously.

He was waiting for me to come out of the restroom to make a complaint.

Does it even matter what the complaint was?

Actually he was mad because his appetizers arrived before they had finished their drinks.

I should probably mention that I’m still standing in the doorway of the restroom which has opened and someone is trying to get past me while he is still talking.

I didn’t even know what to say.

Rarely am I speechless, but I’m in the door to the bathroom while a man complains that his food came before he finished his drinks.

Someone approaches. I step aside, apologize and slip away.

Can someone tell me why he couldn’t wait for me at the host stand?

When I do arrive back at the front door there were now two parties waiting to be seated.