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This beast of a man rolls into the snack bar. This back t-shirt moans and stretches under the awesome pressure of his jellied torso. Sweat is leaking of his brow and arms, collects in rings under his neck and armpits.
"I'll get a water."
"No problem."
I grab a glass, some ice, and start pouring his water.
"No! I don't want that tap-water baloney, i want real water: Evian!"
OK, whatever you say, psycho. So, I get him some bottled water.
"$1.75, please."
And, the guy pulls out his wallet, snakes out a five, sifts six twenties, and slaps a sick wad of 100s on the counter. Making some very flamboyant gestures, he slowly stacks all the bills back into his wallet except for a single hundered dollar bill which remained on the counter.
"OK, $98.25 is your change," I give him hs change and put the bill in the till, "hey, this is one of the new 100s, I hadn't seen them yet - pretty slick."
"You seriously havn't seen them? They've been out for a few weeks now!"
Well, not everyone tosses that kind of bill around for a bottle of water (and, between you and me, I don't buy water, I get it from the tap). "Heh, I guess I just don't make as much money as some people." We share a laugh. prick. I feel slimy. He leaves with his water.
On a brighter note: these three old ladies came in this morning, made them breakfast (they ordered off the menu - which is quite a shocker for old ladies, usually they bring their own recipes for you to follow). Two omlettes with cheese, baked hasbrowns, dry brown toast; one breakfast club with no side.
Complements went back to the kitchen [as always ;)]. However, they came back to the clubhouse four times before they left for the day, insisting that I make them orders by instruction: mini-sandwiches with nothing but cucumbers and salt; french fries from scratch (they even picked which potato to use); and they insisted I make them cookies shaped like starfish (which, I guess, is just a star).
However, the last time they came in, they just hassled me for a bit, claimed that I was the most fun they'd had all month ... and ... tipped me ... personally ... $40!
forty bucks! holy crap!!! $40 in tips! as a cook! just for letting some old ladies hassle me?!?!?!?!
Sometimes, I just have all the luck.
"I'll get a water."
"No problem."
I grab a glass, some ice, and start pouring his water.
"No! I don't want that tap-water baloney, i want real water: Evian!"
OK, whatever you say, psycho. So, I get him some bottled water.
"$1.75, please."
And, the guy pulls out his wallet, snakes out a five, sifts six twenties, and slaps a sick wad of 100s on the counter. Making some very flamboyant gestures, he slowly stacks all the bills back into his wallet except for a single hundered dollar bill which remained on the counter.
"OK, $98.25 is your change," I give him hs change and put the bill in the till, "hey, this is one of the new 100s, I hadn't seen them yet - pretty slick."
"You seriously havn't seen them? They've been out for a few weeks now!"
Well, not everyone tosses that kind of bill around for a bottle of water (and, between you and me, I don't buy water, I get it from the tap). "Heh, I guess I just don't make as much money as some people." We share a laugh. prick. I feel slimy. He leaves with his water.
On a brighter note: these three old ladies came in this morning, made them breakfast (they ordered off the menu - which is quite a shocker for old ladies, usually they bring their own recipes for you to follow). Two omlettes with cheese, baked hasbrowns, dry brown toast; one breakfast club with no side.
Complements went back to the kitchen [as always ;)]. However, they came back to the clubhouse four times before they left for the day, insisting that I make them orders by instruction: mini-sandwiches with nothing but cucumbers and salt; french fries from scratch (they even picked which potato to use); and they insisted I make them cookies shaped like starfish (which, I guess, is just a star).
However, the last time they came in, they just hassled me for a bit, claimed that I was the most fun they'd had all month ... and ... tipped me ... personally ... $40!
forty bucks! holy crap!!! $40 in tips! as a cook! just for letting some old ladies hassle me?!?!?!?!
Sometimes, I just have all the luck.
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