Let me set the scene. It's 9.50p on thursday night. (We close at 10p.) There are currently only 3 tables left in the restaurant and the bar is completely empty. This german couple sitting at a corner booth has been rude to me all night. Every time I approached the table they continued to talk as if I didn't exist. After I cleared their entrees they each ordered another glass of wine.
After leaving them with the dessert menu for 5 minutes, I returned to the table. The following conversation takes place at 9.55pm:
"Are you interested in dessert tonight?"
"Yes, but not now."
"Okay, but you should know that the kitchen closes at 10."
"Does that mean you are going to kick us out?"
"No, but it means if you want dessert i need to let the kitchen know."
"Ok, well then we'll have the creme brulee."
"Great. Did you care for any coffee tonight?"
"Not right now. We want to finish our wine. When is the latest we can order coffee."
"About a half-hour ago you fucking condescending cocksucker."
Okay, so I didn't say that last thing...but i wanted to. They finally ordered espresso at 10.30 AFTER i cleaned the machine and stayed a good 10 minutes AFTER the manager turned up the lights at 11.05p. They were seated at 8.10pm.
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