A few years back, I was a waitress at a breakfast diner. On the
menus there are pictures of omelettes. The omelettes pictured
It's 11 at night, I get the last table before closing, and it's a girl
my age. She asks for tea and an egg white omelette. So l
bring over her egg white omelette, and she starts screaming.
Why? Because it's not yellow like in the picture on the menu,
it's white, so something must be wrong. I explained that the
yolk is what makes omelettes yellow, and she didn't want egg
yolks. She's still mad, and yells again. And then realizes she
could eat while she's yelling, so she does, and I get to watch
her chew with her mouth open while she rants about eggs
I'm exhausted and dying inside. She finally stops. I ask if she
wants a refill of tea, and she says yes. She's quiet for the rest
of her meal, for which I am very grateful.
After she paid and left, I collected her receipt. On it, she wrote
in all caps "I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW EGGS WORK BUT
IT WAS YUMMY." She left a $20 bill on the table as a tip. She
also left some pills in a bag that my manager sent to the
police, which were identified as some sort of amphetamine.
Don't do drugs kids, you'll forget how eggs work.
The moral of the story wasn't really what i expected, but it's