“Someone with your qualifications would have no trouble finding a top-flight job in either the food service or housekeeping industries.” Ghostbusters

The problem with the Training Table is going up to the counter to get your food. Sure, calling your order in from the phone at the table is really nifty or something along those lines, but every other time I use a phone to order food someone delivers it to me. But not at the Training Table. I phone the order in, and then I have to go get it. It seems so unnatural.

Anyway, we had just taken our food to the table when one of our drinks accidentally spilled.

“You need a towel?” We turn to see the bus boy table clearer guy (whatever they are called at Training Table) leaning on the railing surrounding the eating area.

Do we need a towel? No, I was just going to lick it all up.

“Sure, a towel would be great,” I said. He then holds out the towel he has been using to wipe down tables. It was already wet and didn’t do much more than to move the spill around the table.

“You need another towel?”

Yeah. How about a dry one, moron?

By the time this schmuck moseyed off and returned with another towel, my 6-year-old had already retrieved us 2 stacks of napkins. Good thing too, because get this, the second towel was also wet. He had apparently ran it under the water before bringing it to us thinking that, I don’t know, water eats Coke. He hands us the wet towel and then resumes his spot leaning on the rail and watches us as we do his job.

When we were done, we just slapped the wet towels on the table next us. There was no way I was going out of my way to hand the mouth-breather his towels back. I figured if he wants them bad enough, he can make the tremendous trek around the railing to get them himself.

He eventually did, with no offer to get us a new drink, by the way. They offer free refills. It’s not like it was that big of a deal. How hard would it be to say, “Hey, can I get you another Coke?”

Instead, we had to make another trip to the counter.