Last night I went out to one of my favorite Sushi restaurants. Its one of the ones that has a conveyor belt in the middle and you pick and choose what you want. or you can place an order and it comes to you NUMBERED with your table number. Well I went there during the dinner rush and there was these 2 big groups of white people, errrrrrrr I meant inexperienced people when it comes to conveyor belt sushi. They were picking things off the conveyor left and right, regardless if it had a number or not. Now normally I wouldn't care, but they were picking up things WITH MY NUMBER ON IT! So as they conveyor belt passed my table I look over and see my number, but empty slots where my food should have been. So I politely told the waitress what's going in on and then she politely tells the other tables how the system works. Well she apologized and ask if I could resend my order, not knowing that another waitress had already told the chefs to REDO my order. I'm sitting there in pain and agony, not only from being so hungry...but my hand was hurting from reordering my food (it was a ginormous order) Well a few minutes pass and I see my number and food chugging along the conveyor belt inching so close me and BAM! My 1st dish arrives. WOOHOO! Then next thing you know it everything came at once. However it was double the amount I ordered. WTF? I told the waitress and things got sorted out. But I didn't want her to take it back. C'mon...I can't waste food. They are just gonna end up throwing it away anyways. So 37 orders of Albacore sashimi, 29 handrolls, 17 spicy scallops: I'M DONE SON!!!!
Call the bomb squad. Cause this shit is about to blow!
3 comments:
DO WORK SON!!!!! you just might be able to take dark man with the nugget challenge!
I beg to differ Mr. B dot. Let's do dis!
just remember who introduced you to ALBACORE, pimpin.
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