The owner of the restaurant got a typed letter in the mail today complaining about her visit.

Part of the complaint was that the maître d was rude to her. Wanting nothing more than to usher her out of the restaurant when she complained to him.

Me. I’m the maitre d.

Also I just wanted her to step away from the kitchen door before someone popped out of the kitchen and knocked her down.

She actually hated everything about her visit. Including the chairs.

Also. I’m a maître d.