I work in a very small community.

Everyone knows everyone.

So everyone knows my chef/owner.

Lots of people have his personal cell number.

And they will text him directly for a reservation.

My chef/owner is a super, awesome great guy.

So.

He never says no.

Tonight.

He called me.

On the restaurant phone.

He was in the kitchen.

To ask for a reservation for three.

At the bar.

At 7:00.

If this is your first post from me today, below this you’ll know that the bar was stacked tonight.

I did not have room for three at the bar.

Fun fact.

You can’t say no to chef.

He tells me that he told his friends to just come in.

We’d just figure it out.

Would you believe it, that this doesn’t annoy me. He’s such a great guy. And truth is, as I told Stephanie tonight, it always works out.

So it’s 5:05.

I have two hours to figure this out.

As I told Joe, at one point tonight I looked at the reservations and the numbers started to move and light up like in the movie A Beautiful Mind.

I had my answer.

The Smiths were celebrating their 14th anniversary. I’d move them from the bar to the dining room.

I’d move the Jones’ there.

The Johnson’s’ here.

Suddenly I had three chairs where I didn’t before.

All was good in the world.

It always works out.

And if it doesn’t they yell at me.

Which is why I get the big bucks.