The high school lunch rush yesterday really, really frustrated me.
The kids crowded around the counter, blocking the walkway to the dining room, and no matter how many times I’d say “Excuse me” or “I’m going to have to keep walking through here, guys” they just didn’t get it.
I was tempted to accidentally spill a soda on someone just to make a point. I was near the point of yelling, although I’d have to yell pretty damned loud to be heard over the cacophony of our dining room.
When it was all over, the place was trashed. Empty baskets of breadsticks, marinara sauce spilled on tables, napkins and food remnants on the floor — not one table was without debris. They all just stood up and walked out at once, hurrying to get back to school before the bell rang.
Whitey jumped to help bus tables, but we still had our adult customers to wait on and make food for. We switched roles for a few minutes just so I could hide in the kitchen and get Zen on some strombolis.
The front gal I was working with offered the suggestion that I have a stern talk with the line of kids today, explaining the ground rules. I’m afraid that they’ll take it as a challenge, though.
I’m truly tempted to tell the students that all food will be wrapped to-go, and they must eat it elsewhere. Or what about offering a discount if they get it to-go?
I’m at a loss. I don’t want to lose my regular adult lunch crowd to 15-minutes of yelling, messy kids.