Waiting In Vegas

An old bitchy couple came in this evening to split a turkey burger.  When the man ordered it he said “Please make sure it doesn’t have a bunch of char on it.  Last time it had so much char on it that I thought about sending it back.  If it has a bunch of char on it this time, don’t think I won’t hesitate to send it back – I will.  Got it?” I countered his statement with a slow blink and replied “So, you doooon’t want a bunch of char on it, is that right?”  This statement apparently made him uneasy, which required him to repeat his first statement over again, almost word for word.  Tired of toying with him, I simply nodded and walked away.  I went to the computer to ring in his order –  Turkey burger. Send.

When his food arrived he commented on how much better the burger was this time and said “I guess next time I will have to give them the same instructions to make sure they get it right.”