I approach a table of customers.  There are three men and three women.  I ask the first woman what she wants…this is the ensuing exchange.

Woman 1:  What do you have on tap?

Me:  Bud Light, Coors Light, Fat Tire, Blue Moon, Sam Adams, and Devil’s Ale.

Woman 1: Coors Light.

I look to the next person.

Me:  What are you having, sir?

Man 1:  What do you have on tap?

Me:  Bud Light, Coors Light, Fat Tire, Blue Moon, Sam Adams, and Devil’s Ale.

Man 1:  Coors Light.

I look to the next person.

Me:  You, sir?

Man 2: What do you have on tap?

This is the point where my head explodes, if this was a Looney Toon cartoon.  If this was a sitcom this is where I say the clever quip and walk out of the restaurant.  If this was everyone’s fantasy version of New York I would say, “Get outta here!”  And everything would be fine.

But this is real life.  So, I smile repeat myself to the next four customers and get their beers.  The point of the story is when your server is talking to your table, shut your mouth for ten fucking seconds, and pay attention.