Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Hall of Fame Shame

So in my prior life, before I was Barnyard Barbie, I was Suzy Server---as in waiting tables (I've probably mentioned this somewhere along the blog, but oh well).  Serving is one of those things I'd done for so long, I think its in my blood.  Strange things like my left arm being stronger than my right, even though I'm right-handed, from carrying plates upon plates upon plates; having really no feeling of heat sensitivity in my fingers from carrying hot plates upon hot plates; having an internal timer in that I know it doesn't take longer than 12 minutes to cook a medium steak; I could go on, but its just a bundle of things that were habits and then became a learned muscle and body behavior.  Well my job is awesome in that it combines a little bit of serving with a business background.  I love it.  However, dealing with the general public is always an experience and you really begin to wonder if people have lived under a rock and for how long.  Most servers have a very-high shock meter, because once you've served people for any amount of time you've seen or heard everything.  Here are some things that I really have heard people say or ask (and no I can't make this up--LOL).

-Is there blue cheese in your blue cheese dressing? 
-How do you use the ketchup bottle?
-Why is there a bone in my t-bone steak?
-Is butter in the dairy group?
-I really didn't think the prime rib would have fat on it...
-I'll have a glass of the MER-LOT.
-Is the filet Mignon a filet?
-(Pointing to pitchers of tea and water) Which one is tea?

There are probably others, but those have got to be the best of the worst. 



  1. I think my left arm is stronger than my right BECAUSE I'm right handed! I carry everything in my left so that my right can do what's needed when my other arm is full. I carry babies on my left, too. Same reason - I need my right arm free to actually do things!!!

  2. These are hysterical. I had the same kind of experiences when I worked in the library. One time I had a man who said he was a journalism major who wanted to know how to spell, "in lieu of." We asked him which word he wanted to know how to spell. Over several minutes of conversation, we realized that he thought it was all one word. So much for a journalism major. I also interviewed a lady with a Master's Degree in English who didn't know what an adjective was. Eek!