One is the loneliest number.

Fun fact.

Plus.

1.

Does not equal two when discussing reservations.

Our bar was booked tonight.

Saturday in August booked.

Fairly tight turns. Everything needing to move.

There was no room for error tonight.

So.

When Beverley walked in for her 1 top reservation at 5:45 saying she was 2 people I panicked.

Uh. Oh.

I explained that she only booked 1.

She says she booked 1. Her friend booked 1. What was the problem?

Anyone want to guess?

Yes. Not a problem. I had both reservations.

It was only a problem if they wanted to sit together.

She seemed perplexed.

I said, Give me a second.

I Looked. And looked.

And realized I could seat them together if they were up in 60 minutes.

I tell her this.

She agrees.

I clarify.

She seems confused.

I explain that I said the same thing a week ago and the two ladies stayed five hours.

She promises.

I seat her.

Her friend arrives ten minutes later.

I tell him what we’ve agreed to.

He agrees. He’s a regular.

He actually left before her.

She left two minutes late.

Whew!

Crisis averted.

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