Tonight as a couple was leaving I asked how their dinner was.

He said fucking amazing.

His wife went to the restroom.

He asked me how I liked hosting at the restaurant.

Hmmm.

I replied.

I enjoy it. Just not as much as I enjoy being the GM.

He didn’t know what to say back.

I explained that I was the best paid host in southern Maine.

He laughed.

I then said, not necessarily a well paid manager but definitely a well paid host.

We continued to chat.

They were super happy.

I explained that I loved being the face of the restaurant and chatting g with the guests.

His wife came out of the restaurant.

They leave.

They were happy.

I was happy.

Yay.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Sometimes you are made speechless by the most unexpected people.

There is a couple that comes in every Saturday night. I’ve written about them. They are funny. We joke with each other.

Last night on their way out I asked them how their dinner was.

He responds horrible. Awful. I think we got food poisoning.

I replied, sounds about right but fun fact you dont get food poisoning that fast. It takes about 24 hours.

He replied.

We know. We got food poisoning at a ch*#k restaurant last year.

I choked on my reply.

Thanked them for coming in.

And I walked away, thinking to myself that my first impression of them wasn’t as far off as I thought it was.