Laugh It Off

Back when I had my restaurant, rush hours would get busy and hectic. Customers could see how we cooked stir-fry noodles through a glass. Most customers were nice and genuinely fascinated by the way their meals were being cooked.

There was this one lady who would always be condescending when placing the order. She would ask for extra portions of tofu or other ingredients, but she didn’t want to pay extra for them. We had to explain to her every time that extra portions cost extra money.

After she paid and once her order was in the stove, she would stare at you with a serious, unfriendly look, judging your every move. She would start pointing with her fingers through the glass and yelling instructions. And she would, again, try to get some extra ingredients for free by going back to the prep table and asking for them.

Oh, and she would do all this regardless of other customers behind her; she would just interrupt when they were ordering. She was one of those people.

She always complained about how long her order was taking, which never took more than 5 minutes. She would complain about not having enough tofu, about not being spicy enough, about everything.