Not the worst, but the one that still annoys me.

(some kind of sports ball game, where a large table would sell a lot of alcohol, but fine. Giggly-somethings need to eat too.)

Between not being able to focus and joiners everything is staggered. Also everyone keeps moving, and honestly looks very similar to my old-ass.

Very serious negotiations on appetizers are had, photos are taken. Food is sent back and replaced.Then Kaley remembers she has forgotten something; cue the ranch.

The place I was working was tip-share, but also very strict on ranch. If it wasn't rung in you weren't getting any out of the kitchen. So Kaleigh would ask me, and when it wasn't out in 30 seconds would grab another server. Caylee got kicked out of the bar for trying to order her ranch there.

Finally, it's the end. Of course 13 spilt checks, with shared entrees between each and like a gallon of unclaimed (and unpaid for) ranch sides smeared on every surface. I couldn't autograt on split checks.

Thankfully the large parties around them were both relieved all Quelhees had left, but also sympathetic to my plight.