Me: No thanks, I'm having a triple shot of whiskey.
This is one of my perks of my job. The other perk is my kid & hub eat for free when I work.
Tonight we were fucking packed.
Slappy decided to go deliever some food to one of our high paying regulars. Soon as he left, the place filled up. Slappy's son came in for dinner with his family and actually took an order for me! They were his regulars, so he thought he'd help out.
I actually had two parties walk out. First party was because I just could not get to the table and I sure as hell don't blame them. The second table got pissy because the cook was not at the taco station promptly. Taco Tues has sure taken off!
My last party of the night had two guys that are as tall as my brother's friend Jolly. These guys topped 6'9 easy. They loved my margaritas and I think they will be back next week. When I left, Slappy and his wife were partying with them and their friends.
The night was not with out drama. It appears Slappy jr's wife is in a bitter fight with his sister. The sister showed up like she normally does on tues and a cat fight ensued.
Well a verbal one at least. I was too damn busy to notice much of it.
I can't believed how whipped I am. We have not been that busy since Valentine's Day.
Labels: margaritas and cat fights