I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Some people are only happy when they are miserable.

We had a reservation tonight for a table of four.

I didn’t notice the name until the first person arrived.

He let us know that she is the owner of a business in town and eats here all the time.

She indeed owns a business in town.

She in fact does not eat here all the time.

She dines with us twice a year.

And she’s horrible every time she comes in.

Last time she yelled at me because I didn’t give her the table she wanted.

Tonight she especially kind to the server.

How you ask?

By criticizing the restaurant for the whole meal.

The server only told me a couple of stories.

My favorite was that she was angry we don’t have baked potatoes. I mean it’s really not that hard to bake a potato. Or make rice pilaf.

She’s oblivious when the server explains our concept.

She continues that people who eat steak like baked potatoes.

I tell the server to ask if we buy shoes in her retail store.

People like to buy shoes.

Or perhaps a cordless drill.

I mean she owns a retail store.

She should cater to everyone.

Meanwhile.

She’s miserable.