It always sunny in Maine.

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.

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