Last night at triviaI ordered my special nachos, (Tostada Nachos 86 beef, sub chicken, 86 ref. beans, sub black beans) that I’ve ordered at least 20 times before and actually suggested the s.i. to customers without question. Ten minutes later, Dave comes up to me and says, “What do you mean by black beans?”
I reply, “No refried beans, but black beans instead.”
Dave says, “But what do you mean by black beans? We don’t have black beans.”
“Dave,” I say as calmly as possible, “I’ve ordered this many times before, we have black beans.”
Thankfully Tiffany chimes in, “You know, black beans from the Santa Fe Chopped Salad?”
Dave, still looking confused, finally says, “ok” and walks away.
Mind you, this is the first thing he says to me all night. No, “hey, how are you?” or “hey, thanks for cleaning by bar while I didn’t pay you.”
Five minutes later he comes back to the table, “Just so you know, they made the nachos wrong the first time, and I have to throw an entire order away. You guys are just getting out of hand with your s.i.’s.”
I just said, “Ok.”
Oh Dave, I can’t wait for the day the tables are turned.