I’m cut for the night and minding my own business, sweeping my section.
A lady walks over to me from the next section over…
Lady: Could you get me a to-go box for my son’s food?
[ I cannot see her son’s plate from here. ]
Me: Sure! Would you like a large box or a small one?
Lady: Just large enough to put his food in.
Me [ What I wanted to say] : Well, no fuckin duh, lady. Now does he have a lot of food or just a little bit?
Me [ what I actually said ] : Of course, ma’am!
I brought her a large one with a large smile.
[ degreed waitress ]
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