Or, at least corporatism, that is.
Last night, after a nice long talk with or neighbor that negated any and all plans for us to go out to a good restaurant, my wife and I decided to go up to TGI Fridays so that we could enjoy a nice drink and celebrate my Birthday.
We're both vets of the restaurant realm. In fact, my wife still bartends on Sundays to keep a nice little pile of cash in the coffee can for the week. Because we've both worked in a variety of restaurant settings from fine dining to short order to diner, we are highly in-tune to all of those stupid things that consultants and management types, who have never served a table in their lives, come up with.
What we witnessed last night at Fridays, however, absolutely took the cake for the worst possible cruelty one can place on an employed server.
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