I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I left my list of tonight’s occurrences on my desk at work tonight.  

On my drive home, I tried to remember the best of them.  

Unfortunately, only one of them was anywhere near my memory.

I had fun at work tonight. It was a bit stressful as NO ONE wanted to sit in their pre-determined seat when they arrived in the first 20 minutes of the evening.  

Table 12 moved three times before they landed back at table 12.  

Table 31 wanted to move one table because it was by the door and therefore it was “cold.”  

Fun fact that door is never opened, and no air comes through it.  

It was cold because it was 76 in the dining room tonight and we turned on the air conditioning as service was starting.  

A server was helping me host tonight, and he watched me seamlessly move parties from table to table.  

To move Table 31, took 6 moves.  

Why you ask?

Because you can’t move just the reservation, I’m referring to, but every other reservation on the table as the next party time is based on a guess as to how long a table will be there.

So, all of table 31’s reservation had to be moved to table 32, and table 32’s reservations had to be moved to table 31

And you have to do it immediately, because I learned the hard way that a move two minutes late, can open up a reservation online, and the next thing you know you have a reservation with nowhere to put it.  

Once we got into the evening, things calmed down. 

But.  

Tables weren’t turning for the 7:00 push.

At 7:00, we had 15/20 people in the lobby.

I was joking and having fun.

A woman walks in and says they are here for their 7:30 reservation. It’s 6:55.  

I mark them as arrived, and let them know that it will be most likely be closer to the 7:30 before I can get them seated.

Her husband asked if it being his birthday would help any.

I jokingly, said unfortunately not tonight.

He laughed.

I laughed.

His wife looked at me and said, you have a very nice smile.

I smiled bigger and thanked her and said I try.

At which point the husband said, I think it’s just okay.  

I reply that with that response, I’d be happy to upgrade his table to a candle lit 2-top by the dumpster.  

The wife thought it was very funny, and told him if he kept it up he’d be out there by himself.  

It was a very sweet, very nice conversation.

At this point I have 7 tables that have arrived and are waiting.

By 7:05, everyone is seated, except for the 7:30 party at the bar.  

I realize I have a spot for them and 30 seconds later they are being led to their love table by the dumpster.  

They were equally sweet on their way out and I wished him happy birthday.  

Almost everyone was this nice tonight.