Anybody want to guess how my evening started.

First we had a party of 15 at 5:00.

They were prompt. Right at 5:00.

The first person thru the door said, Hi we are the Smith party.

The host said are you still going to be 15 people.

The woman at the door said oh, no. We are going to be 18 people.

Who does that?

Then 5 minutes later the phone rings and its a reservation for 7:15.

It’s a 10 top.

Who made 2 five top reservations demanding that we seat them together.

They are actually 7 now, but it’s fucked up.

One of my hosts told me I was being a dick for not seating them together.

And I probably am.

But this is the fourth time this week this has happened.

And it’s the third time I’ve been yelled at about it.

I’m getting PTSD.

Seriously.