At the restaurant today

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In my road days I often found myself at Waffle House in the wee earlies after a gig. Occasionally I would encounter flatware with dried egg yolk.

The yolk wouldn't scrape off so I surmised that being petrified it presented no danger and went on about my business.

I also learned that fried eggs taste better with cigarette ashes on them.

I'm still standin'.
 
I have been to the restaurants a few times and it appears there are some people that go out of their way to make life miserable for the workers. Even if things are right they manage to make a lot of trouble and extra work for the staff.

If they tip at all it is a pittance of what it should be! Many times they do not tip at all.:mad:
 
I have been to the restaurants a few times and it appears there are some people that go out of their way to make life miserable for the workers. Even if things are right they manage to make a lot of trouble and extra work for the staff.

If they tip at all it is a pittance of what it should be! Many times they do not tip at all.:mad:

Regrettably, they're the same folks who feel it's their duty to make life miserable for everyone, not just restaurant workers.
 
A friend sleeps on top of the bed linen at hotels because he believes that they don't charge it between guests.

He's not dumb and doesn't stay at "by the hour" hotels. He IS a germophobe though.


I have a sister-in-law who carried her own silverware with her to eat. She also carried her own linen to hotels the family stayed in. She's kinda "special".......
 
I have been to the restaurants a few times and it appears there are some people that go out of their way to make life miserable for the workers. Even if things are right they manage to make a lot of trouble and extra work for the staff...
I, unfortunately, had a colleague who would do that on airplanes. I hated traveling with him because he was such a jerk to the stewards and stewardesses.

On Quantas once, sitting beside him, he was feigning sleep as dinner was being served. The steward was unsure whether to wake him or not, and I could see his hesitancy. Whatever he decided, this guy was sure to complain about it. So I said, fairly loudly, "Just let him sleep. He can get a snack later."

The steward looked relieved. My jerk colleague pretended to wake up just then, grumpily, and got dinner.

I felt I had scored one for the good guys.
 
A friend sleeps on top of the bed linen at hotels because he believes that they don't charge it between guests.

He's not dumb and doesn't stay at "by the hour" hotels. He IS a germophobe though.


On the road I would lift the motel mattress checking for bedbugs. I also had a black light.

I often slept in the van.
 

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