- Food and Cooking
The Waiter From Hell- The Final Offer
MY FIRST PAYCHECK
It was my first paycheck from a good company I've ever worked with, in sales. The Basic plus the commission from the sales were totally rewarding after all those pressures and trembles before I got to close them all. Surprisingly, the Boss gave additional bonus from new accounts I had made for the company. I was overwhelmed that day, so I decided to pamper myself out.
I decided to treat myself over a nice meal, good ambiance, classy, fine dining restaurant. I was still single that time so, eating alone could not that be so difficult to choose...
AT THE RESTAURANT
I was so hungry that time after looking for a nice restaurant and finally entered and excited to have a full meal. The resto looks stylish and the guests were loaded. Well, I said to my self, got to try to be a King even for a day!
So I entered...
"Good evening," the head waiter said. "Table for two?"
"No, just me, please."
"Smoking or Non"
"Smoking area, please."
"Would you prefer to dine indoors or outdoors this evening?"
"I guess indors would be good."
"Very well Sir," he said. " Would you like to be seated in the main dining room or in our lovely solarium?"
"Oh, let me see., I think the solarium would be lovely," I said. I followed him there.
"Now would you prefer a view overlooking the golf course, the sunset on the lake or the signifcant mountains to the west?"
"Whatever you recommend," I said. Let him make a decision for a change, I thought.
He sat me by the window facing the golf course, the lake or perhaps the mountains. I couldn't tell which because it was dark outside.
A young man well dressed and good looking presented himself at my table. "Good evening, my name is Simon, I'll be your waiter this evening. Would you like a few minutes before I take your order?"
"No," I said. "I'm just a meat and potato guy, so I'll have a steak and baked potato."
"Soup or salad?"
"We have a mixed green salad, and a salad with baby shrimp."
"Just a mixed salad, okey?"
Whatever you wish, Sir. Dressing?"
I didn't want to make more decisions, "Whatever you've got will be fine."
"We have creamy Italian, blue cheese and...."
"Just bring me one and surprise me."
"Creamy Italian is our house specialty. Would that be all right, Sir?"
"Yeah." I was done with civility.
"And your baked potato...."
I knew that was coming. "I just want the potato dry, do you understand?"
"No sour cream?"
"No! Don't you understand English?" I shouted. "I don't want anything on it. Just bring me a baked potato and a steak."
"Would you like it to be rare, medium well or well done?"
That did it. I threw my napkin on the floor, stood up and said, "How'll you like to settle this outside?"
"Fine with me, Sir. Would you prefer the parking lot, the alley or the street in front of the restaurant?"
"I prefer it right here!" I said, and punched him. He ducked and then fought back with a left hook right under my eye.
It was the first time all night he hadn't offered me a selection!