As I general rule I have tried to avoid posting specific things about my primary place of work. I’m fine making a passing reference or quickly citing a humorous incident, but I mostly have felt that I didn’t want to cross the line and ever make this blog a bitch session about the freaky people or crazy shit I see in the restaurant business. That ends right now! I’m still never going to make it a regular focus, but some stuff is just to priceless not to share and there’s a boatload of potential material.
The other day I walked into the coat check room like I do about a hundred times a day, but this time when I walked in I saw a little dog on the carry-out counter. I’m pretty sure it was a Yorkshire Terrier. Now mind you it’s not the first time I’ve seen a dog on the counter. In fact one of our regulars often brings her 17 year old dog with her in his little carrier case while she picks up the mashed potatoes he likes (another story indeed), but this was definitely the first time in my recollection that someone had checked their dog.
Yep. Seriously. It happened. Six foot tall, 3oish year old woman wearing 4 inch heels and giant movie star sunglasses walked in, plunked her little dog down on the counter and said, “I want to order a couple of cheeseburgers but I have to use the bathroom so will you watch this for me?”
How do people get this way? I’m totally fine with people who love their dogs to a crazy degree. In fact some of my best friends worship their dogs. I’m pretty sure none of them would parade them into a restaurant and hand them off to the first member of the service staff they see and then disappear for ten minutes. Well needless to say we all had a pretty good laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. We sent our new friends on their way with their cheeseburgers and then feverishly sanitized every surface in the area.
Did I mention that the the little guy was wearing a sweater? All in a day’s work my friends. All in a day’s work.