I am on vacation in Miami so if you hear of a sudden liquor shortage in Florida, now you know why. This post is from a reader named Jennifer who sent me a message that made me laugh. Since I was looking for guest bloggers, I asked if I could use and she was all, “Whatever…”
I work in a fine dining steakhouse inside a casino in Tunica, Mississippi. My first table this evening was two ladies that I had spoken to at 4:00 that wanted to come in and be seated, but we don’t open until 5:00. They wanted to sit and wait I guess and watch me do my side work, but the manager frowns upon that . Well they left and of course they came back before 5:00 because they were so famished they couldn’t wait any longer. They were seated in my station and I proceeded to get their order as quickly as possible so they didn’t die from low blood sugar. While I was taking their order one of the ladies saw a mosquito and was fanning around like she just let out a gigantic fart. I went about my way and turned in their order. When I brought their salads out the lady was expressing that she was upset because there was a mosquito flying by her table. I really didn’t know what to say because we live in Mississippi and that’s our state bird. I shrugged it off and offered her some fresh cracked pepper that I was hoping she would choke on. I went back to the kitchen to tell everyone about the insanity I was dealing with. A few minutes later I come out of the kitchen and she starts flagging me down. She was waving at me like there was an emergency so I quickly went to her table. She blurts out that she has something to show me. She lifts her bread plate and there lies the mosquito. She had killed it and was saving it for evidence. She was so upset. She expressed that she wanted to speak to the manager because we are a fine dining steakhouse and we shouldn’t allow mosquitoes to be in there. Bitch got a free dessert and pouted about how it ruined her dinner.