Mishaps?

 

            Other than a few tiny mishaps that have been had been amended, our last Saturday server went quite well. When we were given a very difficult order, like one gentleman who demanded to have his fat sandwich redone because he thought the meat was too pink, we merely bit our tongues and whipped a new one up for him. Perhaps the meat was not cooked sufficiently, but in any event he was very picky about the whole thing.

 

            While he held up the line though, the cashiers, myself included, managed to keep the orders coming, asking those in the back of him to give us their orders. Our change giving was precise and prompt, and there was even time for some banter (Which is always when I am on duty!) to keep the attention of everyone and get a few laughs for everyone’s benefits.

 

            Now that the positives have been examined, it’s time for those mishaps: A cup of coffee was spilt on one of our workers, but there are no hard feelings from it anymore. To prevent this from now on, we all have to be careful when we are moving to get food and drinks, because the passage ways can be narrow. The other notable misdemeanor was some smack talk exchanged between a very rowdy group of customers from Notre Dame (Yes, all freshman boys, if that) and one of our servers. However, I am proud to report that we gave them what they wanted and set them on their way without much of a fuss, which would have normally been an appropriate response, considering just how crude they were. 

Sam S