I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

A couple of weeks ago we had a VIP table in.  

Well, sort of VIP.  It was a group of business people, that are trying to convince our chef to go into business with them.  It would be 3 or 4 years from now if it happened.

Anyway.  

The table is seated, and the server approaches the table, asks if they’d like still or sparkling water. 

They order sparkling.  She returns.  

She sets one of the water bottles on the table so she can pour, and one of the men starts to pour the water into the wine glasses on the table.   

In 10 seconds every wine glass is full. 

Of water.

The water glasses are empty. 

She looks at the table and walks away.  

And immediately comes to tell me what happened.

The rest of the meal went off flawlessly.  

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

When you enter the lobby, you see the following:

A door to the women’s restroom.

A curtained door leading to the dining room.

A barn door that says private.  

Every night someone says, how many people can be seated in the private dining room?

I answer differently every night.

The truth is, the door marked private, is the door to my tiny, closet of an office.  I don’t spend any time there as it’s so small and has a shelf to work on, at counter height.  

It has a phone and lots of crap and is a catch all for everything that doesn’t have a home.  

At least 7 or 8 times a night, a man slides the door open looking for a place to pee.  

I’m dreading the night someone drunk doesn’t realize it’s not a bathroom and just does their business.

Don’t think that’s likely?

At my last job we had to padlock the banquet supply closet because the banquet team came in one day to discover someone had relieved themselves on the clean dishes in the closet. 

I’m waiting for the day.