We had a server who was on her first shift tonight.

She did great.

But of course she had a difficult table right off the bat.

First the woman at the table is upset that we couldn’t make a decaf espresso martini.

Then she said her shrimp was under cooked.

It wasn’t.

Then she complained that her tuna was over cooked.

It wasn’t.

My favorite though:

She substituted a regular martini in place of if the espresso martini.

She ordered then began to quiz the server on the olives.

Are they good olives?

Hmmm? They come in a big jar. So yes.

Then.

Are they Maine olives?

Yes. Olives thrive in the balmy winter conditions and short summers of Maine.

In fact.

Just north of Portland you can tour on olive farm. It’s just across the street from the orange grove. They grow avocados as well.

At the end of the night as the staff is finishing up and giving me their cash outs, I check in with them.

How was your night? Any problems? Etc.

Tonight I was checking in with Bob who was waiting on a late table to leave.

I asked about his night.

He said great except for the table he was waiting on.

He said he greeted them, and a lady at the table said.

We are going to be high maintenance. We want you to know before we start.

He said to me: I never knew that was something to be proud of.

I agreed.

I said it’s kind of like being racist. We know it’s out there but you shouldn’t admit it.

They stayed another 20 minutes or so before they finished up.

They were high maintenance!