Two bits of customer banter at my new job…

…at the (Irish-y) burger joint in the first floor of a historic hotel:

1) When I go to seat three (older) (gruff) (white) farmers at a table and the little cocktail lamp there is shut off because it’s either broken or its power has run out, I pick it up and I say that I’ll go get a new one, and without even looking at me or pausing from pulling out his chair, the one is like, “That’s fine, we don’t need no ambiance.”

2) When I deliver this one specialty burger with a chili sauce on top of it, I wish the (older) (white) lady who is talking intensely about home health care with her friend an enjoyable meal, and I remark how good the burger looks and I say how I’ve been meaning to try that specific burger because it always looks so good when I bring it out to tables, and she just looks at me and is like, “Not tonight, bud.”