Last night I had a manager shift at work. I ran a
cookup to a table and while the lady was cutting into the steak and assessing it, the man she was with began to complain about his steak. He asked if we had a new guy cooking the food. I offered to get him a new one but he didn't want to wait and he was okay with what he had, it just wasn't exactly how he wanted it.
Her steak still wasn't done enough, so I took it back to the kitchen and had it cooked up more. When I returned and asked her to cut into the steak again, the man had apparently decided that he was even more unhappy with his steak than he originally though. He looked at me and said,
"Can you please have a manager come talk to us?"
Yeah. That would be me.
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