Serving the people who serve us

“It was a bit of a slow night before a FedEx deliveryman came in to my restaurant and took a seat. By the looks of him, it had been a rough day, his uniform stained with bright white sweat rings. Even his shorts looked salty. Before he ordered, he left to go to the bathroom and was gone for about 20 minutes. I assumed he was going to clean up, but he came back all jittery and in the same sweaty shape. He ordered a five-course dinner with wine pairings and seemed to enjoy himself all the way through, except for the fact that he was on his cell phone the entire time. Pressing delivery calls? Drug running? None of my staff could figure it out until one of the servers overheard him yapping about how he railed all these chicks the night before—classy. By the time he was finished, he couldn’t help but tell us all how good everything was. On his way out, he paused and leaned up against a wall, then finally took off. Business is business, but we were all glad to see him go. We weren’t too thrilled with the greasy stain he left behind on our wall, though.”

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