Flashing

With only four servers it was a pretty steady night. Still not great, but hopefully this coming Labor Day Weekend will be better. 

I had a bizarre table last night. Near the end of this guy's meal I asked him if I could get him anything else. He crooked his finger at me and I leaned in closer. 

He said, "Let me ask you something. See that guy over there?" 

He pointed to a booth on the other side of the restaurant where a father and three girls were laughing. The dad was holding a camera and was obviously showing or taking silly pictures. 

"Is he paparazzi?" 

I straightened up and I'm sure a confused look crossed my face. 

"I don't think so sir. Is there a problem?" 

He nodded slowly while glaring at this table.

"If I see that flash go off one more time I'm going to walk over there and shove that camera up his ass."

Honestly, what do you say to that??

I politely smiled and asked if he would like to move to a part of the restaurant to where he couldn't see the flash. He looked at me and shook his head, no.

Nothing came of it, of course. Just another check in the column of "I don't get people sometimes."

I woke up with a sore throat, biked two miles, and now I'm going to be all crafty - because, "Without crafts people, the world wouldn't work." ~Emy