In the morn she was as quiet as a church so one chick who'd been on the piss the night before decided to take herself home - she's REAL Irish, so you know....MUNTED. Nice. Typically, 5 minutes later we got SMASHED by patrons.
So here's me - who's as useful as tits on a bull - and a young fella dealing with a FULL HOUSE and one chef out the back. YEEEHAAAR.
Surprised there wasn't a brawl. Oh, and at about 1:45pm, we run out of food.
We should've just started yelling Allahu Akbar!. At least they would've understood where we were coming from.
Hazaah, for cheap arse under staffing employers.