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So I don't post often but here's a decent short one that happened to us about a week ago:
I had just had a party the evening before (pimps and hoez themed, cheyaaaa) and the remaining guests plus myself were out to breakfast at one of our favorite spots. We were in rough shape and anticipating our delicious breakfast. We kept busy watching the gay pride parade that just happened to be going by the restaurant in which we had perfect window seats for.
When our food finally arrived, it was brought out by one of the cooks or bus boys instead of our waiter. He approached the table with all four plates in hand, stacked ontop of each other. Naming each dish as it came up. he calls 'omelette?' and as my plates being handed to me, he knocked an entire half of my friends club-like sandwich onto the table, making a fanned out separated mess of what was once a well put together sandwich. he looks down at the now deconstructed table sandwich and says 'oh.....well i GUESS that was me' (ya, with the tone and everything).
He continues calling out the dishes until the only dish remaining in his hands is the now half sandwich. He looks at my friend, the only person at the table without a meal, and places the plate in front. He does a full Vanna White sweeping motion across her plate and the rest of the sandwich mess on the table while proudly saying:
"Anddddddddddddddd your sandwich"
after which turns and walks away.
Our waiter had incredible timing and ended up coming down the aisle just after. He took one look at the half sandwich on the table, and then a quick scan of our shocked and smirking faces, and asked "what just happened here?'
My friend got a fully replaced sandwich and a discount on her meal. But the joke has had us in tears since. sometimes there's a reason why some workers don't deal with the customers.
I had just had a party the evening before (pimps and hoez themed, cheyaaaa) and the remaining guests plus myself were out to breakfast at one of our favorite spots. We were in rough shape and anticipating our delicious breakfast. We kept busy watching the gay pride parade that just happened to be going by the restaurant in which we had perfect window seats for.
When our food finally arrived, it was brought out by one of the cooks or bus boys instead of our waiter. He approached the table with all four plates in hand, stacked ontop of each other. Naming each dish as it came up. he calls 'omelette?' and as my plates being handed to me, he knocked an entire half of my friends club-like sandwich onto the table, making a fanned out separated mess of what was once a well put together sandwich. he looks down at the now deconstructed table sandwich and says 'oh.....well i GUESS that was me' (ya, with the tone and everything).
He continues calling out the dishes until the only dish remaining in his hands is the now half sandwich. He looks at my friend, the only person at the table without a meal, and places the plate in front. He does a full Vanna White sweeping motion across her plate and the rest of the sandwich mess on the table while proudly saying:
"Anddddddddddddddd your sandwich"
after which turns and walks away.
Our waiter had incredible timing and ended up coming down the aisle just after. He took one look at the half sandwich on the table, and then a quick scan of our shocked and smirking faces, and asked "what just happened here?'
My friend got a fully replaced sandwich and a discount on her meal. But the joke has had us in tears since. sometimes there's a reason why some workers don't deal with the customers.
Especially if you are the one armed with the camera. 
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