I’ve probably gotten over a 1,000 messages since I started my current job.

999 of them have all been a version of I’d like a table for 3 on Saturday night.

But every so often one stands out.

My favorite was a woman who called to make a reservation.

She started asking about a table, then got distracted.

Then the call went way off the tracks.

The woman begins to yell at the man I can hear in the background. She’s vicious. Fuck you. Fuck this. Don’t be so fucking stupid.

It got worse from there.

And it went on and one.

I listened for about six or seven minutes then hung up.

I didn’t erase it.

I recorded about 2 minutes on my phone, so I could prove it happened.

Then I erased it.

I wish now I’d gotten the number from caller I’d and looked them up in our reservation system.

But alas, I’ll never know who they were.

The phone rings around 5:45 today.

I pick up.

Hello. I’d like to make a reservation for 4 on Saturday.

Okay. Let me take a look.

After about 15 seconds I reply, unfortunately the only thing I have for 4 on Saturday would be at 8:30.

We’ll that’s interesting.

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Would you like to make the reservation?

You mean you don’t have anything else open? I don’t understand…

I’m sorry but we are full earlier in the evening.

What about at the bar.

I can do 2 people around 5:15 but nothing for 4.

I seriously don’t understand.

Yes. We are booked.

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That’s really interesting that you won’t give me a reservation.

I’m sorry.

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Okay then thanks for calling.