I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I have been on the floor as a manager for the past 3 weeks.  It’s been great.  I’ve actually been able to see what happens in the restaurant as opposed to being stuck at the front door hosting.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’d love to just be a host.  It’s my favorite part of my job.  But alas there is so much more to what I do.   

On Saturday night I made my way to the door around 9:00.  All our reservations were in.  We’d seated our last guests at 8:30. I was checking in with my new manager, since I’d sent the host home.  Its winter, gotta save money.  

I get to the host stand just as a foursome starts out of the dining.  

As they enter, one of the men says, I have the worst swamp ass ever.  

His female friend replies, that she didn’t need to hear that.

I say, well I guess I walked up at just the right time.

All four of them laughed.

I then said, I have Gold Bond powder in the office if you’d like some.

The man with the swamp ass almost fell on the floor laughing.  His friends laughed as well.

He finally said, he thought he could wait till he got home.

We are a full-service restaurant.