If the average person is put in a scenario where there are many clean tables and a few dirty tables, the average person would choose to sit at one of the clean tables. Unfortunately, the average person doesn't venture into my work often. The person who does wander into my work actually chooses to sit at the dirty table. Mind boggling, I know.
When there are dirty tables, I see them. I'm aware. I've observed the room a few times in the past 10 minutes believe it or not. The reason I didn't clean them yet is because I'm currently doing something that I feel is more important. (Something more important than cleaning one dirty table when there are 11 other clean tables.)
But because you're so polite and important to me, when you yell from across the room "'Scuse me! 'Scuse me, our table's dirty!"--I drop my broom and dustpan in the middle of the floor and run hurriedly over to the sanitizer bucket and then quickly over to your emergency because you're obviously mentally unstable for choosing a dirty table to sit at and frankly I'm scared of what you might do next.
Sometimes when I'm on my break I'll sink into this state of deep frightening thought...or maybe it's depression, I'm not really sure. That's besides the point, but I'll sit and wonder, "Who raised you?" Then I quickly snap out of it because that's actually one question I don't care to ever learn the answer to.
Any who, as I clean your table you will proceed to point out every dirty spot and ask me to wipe the crumbs off the chair (which I do with my hand, it's very hard) and then you ask me to dry the table since it's wet because you chose to sit at the one dirty table in the entire bar area.
Congratulations. I haven't even taken your drink order and I all ready hate you.
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