The sporadic musings of a middle aged man who isn't exactly happy with the direction America is taking today....
It reminds me of when I worked at the Western International Hotel in Houston (very,very upscale.)I used to have to open the champagne, complete with a rag on my arm, yada yada.So we hire this guy who was supposed to be an expert server. He goes out to open a champagne and runs into difficulties.I look out from the back and this bozo is shaking the bottle and then starts banging it on the bottom with his hand, all the while waving it about. The customers were ducking and weaving in mortal terror of getting their eyeballs blown out.I finally took over when he kept pounding on the bottle bottom while pointing it at the huge floor to ceiling plate glass windows that made up three of the walls of this place.Needless to say, I brought a new bottle of champagne.
Isn't that something.
Did anyone verify his experience prior to hiring him? LOL. That's kinda funny, Dear Adrienne...Robert... I have a few corked bottles of wine around here and I think I'm going to try that. No Champagne, though. I don't buy Champagne. :)
Did anyone verify his experience prior to hiring him?Obviously not.Up for another funny story from that place?Sure you are.One night I had a couple of real dweebs sitting on a two top. They ordered two drinks and proceeded to avail themselves of the dance floor.They finished their drinks and wouldn't order more. Not good. Not good at all!So they went out to dance and I whisked away their empties and placed nice fresh napkins on their table. Still no order.Next time they went out to dance, I removed the napkins. No order.Next to go was the candle. Nope. No order.Imagine their surprise when they returned to find their table gone and two cute little napkins on the floor in front of their chairs.They left...Never mess with me. That was also the place where I was commandeered to wait on the large Mafia group when they were in town for the Super Bowl. The management figured I was safe since I was so obviously Italian (and they were scared sh*tless of these guys, their security, and their "molls.")The head don spoke to me once in the two nights I "serviced" them and that was to tell me to keep the glasses full. Really - it was like waiting on family. Each night they tipped me about $1000.00 (and that was eons ago.)
Oh Jeez... Now you have me laughing so hard that I'm crying. The Mafia knew better than to mess with you, eh? Same with bikers, Adrienne. Some of the nicest people you'll ever meet. :)
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