So, last Thursday, I applied for a job at Old Stone, at steakhouse in Belmont. They told me that Paul would be there at five the next evening and that he'd look at it then. So, okay. I go back today to talk to a manager. I don't know what time to go, you know, because last time, I went at three and the chefs where there, that's it. So, I go back about 6 pm and I talk to a manager and I tell him I put in an application and wondered if I could speak with someone about it. He just shakes his head and says "Not now." He tells me to come back at noon when Paul will be there. Looks at me like, duh, girlie. Right... like I'm psychic. Thanks.
I asked the hostess how many people the place sat: uummm, well we have like a hundred tables.
Me: really? is there another room? (Because there are not a hundred tables in this place)
Her: well there's the patio. I think, total, it sits about 130 people.
Okay, she must not have all her crayons in the box right. Whatever.
Mary is just peeved
I asked the hostess how many people the place sat: uummm, well we have like a hundred tables.
Me: really? is there another room? (Because there are not a hundred tables in this place)
Her: well there's the patio. I think, total, it sits about 130 people.
Okay, she must not have all her crayons in the box right. Whatever.
Mary is just peeved
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