I saw the lady from Table 7 (or was it Table 9? I still can’t get the table numbers correct!) waving her hand gesturing me over.

“Were you the one who took our orders just now?”

Having served so many tables that day, I really wasn’t too sure.

“I don’t think so…”

“Then it’s okay, thanks.”

Helpful employee of the month kicks in.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Oh, this guy helped me take my BLAH BLAH BLAH order just now and I saw him taking exactly what I ordered from the display and bringing in to the kitchen, will he serve me that?”

I was struggling to keep a straight face.

“No, of course not. Don’t worry about it.”

Dumbass.

I’m sure all if not some restaurants have to tackle with this little problem. Bringing food he got from somewhere else and using our tables, without buying anything from us.

Usually I’ll just walk over with our menu and ask if they were gonna order anything. The responses varies and sometimes are brutally honest.

“I’m already halfway into my food. What do you expect me to do?”

“Ok sir, but please clear up after you’re done eating ‘k? Sorry for bothering you.”

I knew saying that only make him more determined NOT to clear up but hey, proper etiquette.

I was outside clearing the trays and stuff, when this burly man came over. I promptly greeted him with the customary “Welcome to some fast food restaurant!”

The guy hesitated before asking, “Where’s Burger King?”

Burger King was just like 20m the other side but I pointed in the opposite direction, “I think it’s over that side sir.”

As expected, he didn’t thank me.

What do you take us for? Your fucking personalized Google Maps?