I worked in the local "all American" diner all summer...
It was by and large a great laugh, messing about, seeing how much stealing of cutlery, puddings, tips, each other's girlfriends etc we could get away with.

We were a great team, but there was one waitress with whom I never quite saw eye to eye. Her name was Em, she'd come over from Dubai or somewhere equally hot and posh in order to improve her English, and it was clear that she thought mere kitchen work was below her.

Eventually, her snubs of work nights out and conceited comments even got on the nerves of the supervisor, who (with my help, I'm ashamed to say) devised a brilliant plan to bring this girl down a peg or two: he composed an awful radio-style jingle, all about the steak deals we had on that week, and one day announced to the whole kitchen that one very special person would be taken off their normal duties...
*her eyes lit up, and she edged towards the front, teeth gleaming in a winning smile*
...to stand in the square outside, between 5 and 7 every day, and proclaim to the town about the 2 for 1 platters.
By then it was too late to save her dignity. I still feel a little twinge of sympathy for her though, every time I think of having to sit there and watch Em Baraz sing "My Steaks".

sorry.
(jothemofo, Fri 28 Nov 2008, 16:20, 3 replies)

Hang on.
Was this meant to be some sort of attempt at a pun?
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 28 Nov 2008, 16:31, closed)

I know
I know it was teh punnage, but it made me laugh, so have clickage on me
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Fri 28 Nov 2008, 20:31, closed)

The good puns are the plausible one
I got right to the end before twigging.

Curse youjothemofo, curse you to hell!

*shakes fist and grimaces*
(cheesehead, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 21:58, closed)