So work last night was super, duper, amazingly, UGH. I made decent money, don't get me wrong, but ALL the food I handled made me want to just down some pasta like the good little Italian girl my grandmother raised me to be. She still sends me a letter every year on my birthday asking when I'm going to stop being so skinny, live with her, and have babies. I love you Grandma.
People and ranch nowadays have a twisted relationship. Did you know that most restaurants make their ranch in house? Yea, neat fact. WRONG. We make it with a dried seasoning packet, gallons of mayo, and gallons of buttermilk. I mean, I like mayo, but the amount we use is ridiculous!! I can no longer look at ranch the same way ever again. But the hard part of my job is I see people downing ranch like it's air! No joke- I once had a table who ordered 12 2oz containers of ranch for 6 salads. Then, when their food was ready they had me bring out 4 more of those 2oz containers. Not 3 minutes later they called me to the table and behold!-they were out of ranch. So, being the good waitress I am, I brought them out not one, but 2 full bowls of ranch. Now, these bowls hold up to 8oz of liquid. So this family was getting an additional 16oz of ranch. 16oz!!! Well, finally my manager had me charge them for their copious amount of ranch. I want to say it was only .79, but when I dropped their check, the family was outraged. They refused to talk to me and DEMANDED to speak to my manager. When my manager got to their table, it was on. She informed them that since their table had used more than a bottle of ranch from the grocery store, we had to charge them. The table hemmed and hawed and complained that their food was all dry and gross, and that they dipped it in ranch to even stomach it. And the the best thing happened. My manager asked them why they didn't tell me about thier food problems. She let them know that I would have been more than happy to help them and get them a nicer meal. Th leader of the table stood up, THREW her napkin at my manager and declared that they weren't paying for this service. My manager smiled, pointed at the front of the restaurant and let them immediately know that there were two uniformed police officers that were just itching to fill the back of their cars. The leader huffily threw down her credit card, packed all of the leftover ranch, and left. She left me a pretty decent tip, thank God. But it just goes to show- Ranch is not worth it.
But last night was a good night. The only thing I ate was a garden salad with chicken (balsamic vinaigrette anyone- all natural), and a grapefruit. I only drank water to keep myself hydrated. Almost peed on myself twice.
My question to my readers, if there are any- What do you hate about people's eating habits? My answer would be that we need sauces to go with everything!
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