I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Sometimes what I witness at work makes me sad.  And angry. 

Tonight a very elderly woman comes out of the dining room.  I ask her how her meal was and she says that it was wonderful.

She says that she seems to have lost her husband but that she is going to the restroom.  She is concerned because she is carrying her left overs. 

I tell her that I will watch over them while she goes to the restroom.

They are sitting on the counter and a man walks out and asks if I’ve seen his wife.  I say that she is in the restroom.  He says to tell her he is in the car.  I ask if he’d like to take her left overs, and he says, fuck no.  Then he repeats himself and leaves.

And I think to myself.  What a horrible man. 

On Monday, I return a voicemail and a woman picks up.  She is looking for a 6:30 reservation for 2 people in the dining room.  I tell her that I can’t do 6:30 but that I can do 7:00.  I hear her ask her husband and he says something and she says, please, let’s go, we’ve been trying to go for three weeks.  I can’t understand what he says, but she is pleading with him to make 7:00 work.  She asks at least three times and then finally says, I’m sorry 7:00 won’t work. 

I want to reach through the phone and punch him.

Last summer, I hit play on the answering machine and discover not a message but an argument.  I can only hear one side of the conversation, but lest we think men are the only assholes, the woman was horrible. 

She called the man on the other side of the phone about a million different things, with the word fucking preceding most of them. 

I stopped listening at 10 minutes.

I recorded about 6 minutes of it, before I deleted the message.

But seriously, be nice to your people-people.