Are we having a “Battle of the Shitty Customer”?

How about this. To summarize, the family caught “Balloon Boy Syndrome” in which the kid basically rats out the family while they lie.

I get seated a table, and the host who has just finished seating them, tells me., “Hey, they are trying to catch a flight. Get them in and out quick, ok?”

So I go up to the table and say, “Hey guys, where ya flying to?” at which point the youngest boy says, “Oh we’re not going anywhere.”

“k.”

I realize at that point what is going on. The father didn’t want to wait in line to be sat, so now here we are, at an impasse because I know the game, and he knows I know. He can expect no expedited service from me.

“So what would you like for dinner?”

“Hickory burger, well done.”

“Well sir, if you’re in a hurry, well done will take too long.”

“I’ll chance it.”

“I’m sure you’ll make it.”

People are the devil.