Yesterday on Manager watch...

Four guys sat in a booth. A moment later they got up and moved to a bigger table. I'm trying to get drinks for another server cuz Manager (who's really owner, so I should call him that) just thoughtfully double-sat her. I'm clearly busy and he says "Why don't you go wipe off that booth." I look at him. I look at the booths. I don't see any dirty booths.
"Which booth?"
"The one those guys just left."
"The guys who just moved to another table?"
"Yes."
Arg. Of course they must have made a mess in the half-second they were there. It all makes sense now. I see why he has lots of money and a new Corvette and I am a silly server.

Later there was a group of nearby business owners waiting for other manager for a meeting. They of course fill up my only large table and ask for pop. Later I ask Owner whether I should charge them for pop, you know, cuz it's about 3 cents.
"Of course you should charge them. I don't go to their business and expect a free tv. Or to their business and expect free flowers. Or to their business and expect free paint. Or to..."
"Yep, thanks Owner-man. I get it."
Except that I don't. Yeah, you prolly wouldn't get a free television from them, but chances are they'd give you a drink if you asked for it.

My only other table was a group of three guys taking a break from work. Problem was they worked on a hog farm. And while the smell slightly reminded my of my grandma's house on a windy day, that kind of smell contained in a small spot is not entirely pleasant. They stunk up my whole section and half the restaurant. People who were sat in my section moved before I could get them drinks. Maybe this was my own fault. Not five minutes earlier I asked the host to seat me with sexy firefighters. I think he heard "smelly farmer." We grabbed the Lysol after they left. I wonder if people do that to my uncle. If that's why he never married.