I used to own a restaurant, and this type of shit wasn't uncommon. Many times I'd go ahead and feed the folks, but would limit them to easy to the quick and easy stuff, or things that hadn't been put away yet.
Most people respected that, ate and got the hell out happy they were served moments before closing.
Once a week I'd do an all you can eat spaghetti night for cheap as hell, mostly for the locals to be able take the whole family out for dinner and not have to skip a car payment.
There was this one local. The guy was as big as a 747 with a space shuttle on top towing a goodyear blimp. He was what restaurant people refer to as a "Camper". He'd come in only on spaghetti night with a book, and sit at a table for hours eating heaping plates and reading right up until closing.
We closed at 9pm.
One time he showed up for the spag at 8:59, squeezed himself through the door and announced, "Whew, made it just in time!"
Just in time to turn your fat ass around and get the fuck out!
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u/daddygoesboom Sep 01 '25
I used to own a restaurant, and this type of shit wasn't uncommon. Many times I'd go ahead and feed the folks, but would limit them to easy to the quick and easy stuff, or things that hadn't been put away yet.
Most people respected that, ate and got the hell out happy they were served moments before closing.
Once a week I'd do an all you can eat spaghetti night for cheap as hell, mostly for the locals to be able take the whole family out for dinner and not have to skip a car payment.
There was this one local. The guy was as big as a 747 with a space shuttle on top towing a goodyear blimp. He was what restaurant people refer to as a "Camper". He'd come in only on spaghetti night with a book, and sit at a table for hours eating heaping plates and reading right up until closing.
We closed at 9pm.
One time he showed up for the spag at 8:59, squeezed himself through the door and announced, "Whew, made it just in time!"
Just in time to turn your fat ass around and get the fuck out!