Staff Sundays: Dominated by Male Servers

The following is this week's installment of things that I overheard my anonymous coworkers say; enjoy.

Male server, "Dear [restaurant name], why is there even a "check for app" button when all the food is going to come out at the same time?"

Female host, to server, before seating a table in the server's section, "I'm going to apologize in advance for doing this to you. We really do like you."

Manager, in utility closet, "I may or may not have just unplugged the cable TV boxes." 

All TVs with sporting games have now gone blank.

Male server, to fellow server, "Can you hold out your arm so that when I hit you with this, I can see if it leaves an imprint?" 

Manager, "I wish there was a button on the computer for that -- 'comp my f-up'." 

Male server, to potential date, "Can you read this phone number? Sorry... it's on a paper towel."

Female server, "I did not expect them to tip me. I forgot their side of ranch... and they're from the south."

Manager, "Are you being SASSY with me? That's it... you're off the food-chain."

Male server, "Do they realize who I am? I mean, I get that I'm black but... this ain't 1915." 

Female server, "Today is Sunday. Jesus and them... they like... rested."

Male server, in response to the previous, "Yeah... and Jesus told Mary that he needed to change his availability."