66. Say It One More Time, I Dare You
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Table of 10, Sunday Brunch, fancy restaurant, I’m hungover. A crowd swarms in at the opening, and my whole section is sat at once. I’m efficient and cool, I’m used to this.
I get to the big table and preface that water is being brought as we speak, then begin taking everyone’s drink order.
As I’m taking orders around the table, one woman blurts out that she wants water and not to forget the water, interrupting her friends and family as they make their requests.
I acknowledge her each time until after the 4th time, saying, ‘If you ask for water again, I’ll make sure everyone here gets water but you.’
She sinks back in her chair, looking dumbfounded and I go put in the order and then head to the bar.
