I'll Show You My Havarti

'Sweet Surrender (DJ Tiesto Mix)'

-Sarah McLachlan

Where do I begin on how unglued I became at around 11:15 pm Friday night? The whole work day was amazing. Tips were turing out to be great even though we were way slow, and besides me being at work from 11:30am till 1am this morning time went soooo fast.

From about 10:30 till 12am I was the only bartender/server in the place not counting the manager on duty. This younger couple came in, prob just graduated high school, and the guy was trying to act all funny by asking what it will take to make our 'zero roof' (non alcohol drinks) 100% proof. I told him be 21 and that is a start. He let it go. Well I go and get their drinks and the first thing the girl say to me is... "what do you think he (pointing to boy) he looks like? A Matthew or Jason?" First off what do I care? So I said Matthew and was told wrong he is a Jason but his middle name is Matthew. Wow I was so close if only I had another try. Seriously I didn't care I had a three table rush all at once and wanted to get them ordered and move on already. Next the boy goes on about how he wants his food. He get's to the "creamy cheddar mashed potatoes" and says he wants to switch it for Havarti cheese. I told him not possible as the cooks make mashed potatoes in the morning in large batches. He seemed ok with that. Time goes by and I bring their food to them. I go get a refill for his drink and come back to him..."My broccoli are not done right."

ME: "what is wrong?"

Him: "I asked for Havarti cheese to be put on it."

ME: "We were talking about the mashed potatoes, because you asked if you could take out the creamy cheddar and substitute the havarti."

Him: "No I was talking to you about the broccoli."

At this point I could tell he didn't care that I knew what I was talking about because he was the customer and he is right. (that is the dumbest rule at times.) I was over it and knew he would be a bad tipper so at this point I didn't care...

ME: "Oh, I see what happened. We must both have been having two different conversations with someone else about two different things. (pause to see his face drop) Let me take this back and have the cheese put back on it."

Needless to say I was probably not smart to handle it that way, but seriously he is just a punk who had no clue that I have a very good memory when it comes to conversations and pictures. he told me that was ok and I could just bring a slice out for him, which I did.

Their total bill was $44.35. Here is what was left, thank goodness for camera phones...

THEY LEFT THE CHECK WITH A CRUMMY TIP AND THE FREAKING HAVARTI CHEESE STUCK IN THE BOOK!!!!!! You know I don't care about the tip, it's the fact at what was done with the cheese that counts. I took this back to the manager Emily and she exclaimed out loud how lame this was. Then we both burst out laughing at how funny this was. Really when you think about it, this makes a funny story.

So now I'm home eating a slice of cheesecake and watching a classic episode of Roseanne. (Man this was family favorite show growing up.)

Hope you enjoyed the laugh, I sure am and the moral of the story is there is a special place in Heaven for them people like this. Cheese target shooting ranges. ;-)

-Gawdun