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Crazy Town.
June 29, 2007

I used to think I lived on the outskirts of Crazy Town. You know - close enough to be a little crazy myself, but far enough away not to have to take part in The Crazy Parade on Crazy Celebration Weekend.

But I am starting to think - perhaps - that the City Limits of Crazy Town are being extended, and I am going to have to start paying Crazy Tax.


First thing to happen was that a woman came in to The Restaurant, demanding a table for 18. Right - like we just happen to have a very special table for that many people - held specially just for her. The Hostess must have gasped a little, because said woman responded, "What, like that is a big deal?" And then rolled her eyes and made one of those throaty "disgust" sounds. When told that yes, it was kind of a big deal since they did not have a reservation, the wait would be a while, and their group would have to be split up. It made her mad, and she made a call on her cell phone and said loudly, "Well apparently it IS a big deal!"

Yes. Indeed it is.

That lady - she owns a condo in Crazy Town. Full time resident. Works for the Chamber of Commerce.


Second - a man and his wife wanted to move to another spot because they felt a draft and were chilled. And in our attempts to relocate them, Mr. Man went from table to table to check the "air flow" and see where the best spot was. One such spot was a table being held for an 8-top, and he insisted they be able to sit there. When I explained to him that the table was reserved, he wanted me to go over to Table 6 and see if the people would trade, because that was his second choice.


Now he - I think he's on the City Council of Crazy Town. A close race put him in that seat, but I am guessing he won't have a problem winning the next election.

But the best - the very best - was when a couple came in pushing a Pram. (For those not in the know - think posh baby buggy. And by "posh" I mean "chic", not Posh Spice - Beckham who would simply never come into my restaurant because, you know, people eat there.)

Anyway.

So in comes the Pram and the glowing parents. And they are walking, looking lovingly in the Pram, and I am ready to go over and give a little look-see at what I am sure must be a darling cherub-faced baby. But then it barked - the baby barked. And the reason the baby barked is because the baby was a dog. A damn dog. In a pram. Surrounded by dog toys and a blanket. In The Restaurant.


In a pram.


The Couple smiled uneasily as I approached, and for good reason. I had to break the news that while I love babies in prams, I don't love dogs in prams and unless the dog was vital to their survival, they would have to go. They understood, and left without too much fuss. Well, as much fuss as a person makes trying to turn around a pram WITH A DOG IN IT.


Those two - Mayor and First Lady of Crazy Town.


Look for them in the Parade.

Posted by Foodwhore at June 29, 2007 04:11 PM

How does one respond to this... MADNESS?

Is there something in the water where you are?

Have you been transported to Crazy Town via "The Twilight Zone" and somehow have internet access to write about this insanity?

Is someone slipping something into your Lemon Drops and you are just having hallucinations?

HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT YOU MUST SUFFER ALL THESE CRAZY PEOPLE???

My God, move NOW to CT... we have nuts here, but I swear it is not as bad as where you are!

Posted by: LisaInCT at June 29, 2007 05:18 PM

Wow. How on earth do these people function in normal, everyday society? Look on the bright side: yes, you have to deal with them, but at least you get some priceless stories out of it.

Posted by: Claire at June 29, 2007 05:26 PM

I think LisaInCT is right. It must be something in the water, but it's not just your city. It's everywhere.

Posted by: Margarita at June 29, 2007 05:29 PM

Wow. I've seen people here in NYC pushing dogs in their little granny carts, and even strollers, but no Posh Prams. Wow.

Posted by: Kelli at June 29, 2007 06:01 PM

as always FW, you're hilarious. table for 18? sure... coz you know we always have a table for 18 people ready at our disposal... I'm a longtime restaurant employee. I totally get yah!

Posted by: Lilith at June 29, 2007 08:07 PM

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Posted by: haddock at June 30, 2007 12:48 AM

The draft thing is something I've seen a certain mother-in-law-who-shall-remain-nameless do once. Sure, lady we'll swap tables with you in the middle of our meal. Ahhhhhhhhh

Posted by: Figs Olives Wine at June 30, 2007 04:34 AM

Classic post. Thanks for the laugh.

Posted by: kwan at June 30, 2007 07:34 AM

you are a freak magnet. my husband is one too, so you are in good company. what the heck is the matter with people? daaaang...

Posted by: Tonja at June 30, 2007 07:42 AM

Oh man Thanks! I needed this today. heh. Crazy.

Posted by: chronicler at June 30, 2007 03:16 PM

I worked for a city until 2004 when I was Rif'd (I did get a good retirement out of it). We had a council member like those two. He never really understood how many stories people shared about him (like the time he showed up at a 6 p.m. bookstore signing for Emeril and was totally wasted).

Our art class had an end-of-term lunch locally, but a class member coordinated it (there were 20 of us and 3 nice large round tables) a week or 2 before so it was not a problem for the restaurant. It was a chinese restaurant and we shared dishes, so that helped the restaurant staff.

I don't know why people think their dogs (non-service type) are welcome inside restaurants (we have some in my area where dogs are allowed on the patio).

Posted by: Mary at June 30, 2007 03:22 PM

Makes you wonder about humanity and where we are headed. I often read Dear Abby and can't believe some of the things people write in about. Can it be that those of us who are "normal", whatever that is, are in the minority? Kind of scary.

Posted by: Linda at July 1, 2007 01:11 AM

Job. Has anyone called you Job lately?

Posted by: melodyk99 at July 1, 2007 06:55 AM

@lisainCT:

I just closed a yarn shop in CT (Stamford). Trust me on this, the denizens of your fair state are just as whacked as the ones in Seattle. Particularly if they come from Greenwich, Darien, Cos Cob or New Canaan.

I moved to LA (the city, not the state) because even the Hollywierd people are saner than CTers. ANd the weather is better.

Posted by: John at July 1, 2007 12:16 PM

Two out of the three were, like, just about weekly occurances when I was working in restaurants. (The dog thing I never had happen.)

I once had a man call me over to his table to show me an elm bug he was holding (probably rode in on his coat after dropping from one of the elm trees that lined the street outside the restaurant). He tried to convince me that he found it in his food.

Uh, no, sir. I don't think that lively little elm bug that's crawling around on your hand is a survivor of the pasta-cooking process. When I told him my elm-tree/coat theory, he agreed, but still tried to get me to comp his bill and give him a gift certificate for another meal because he had found a bug in the restaurant.

I declined to do this but instead presented him with a coupon from a competitor ($5 off two entrees) that someone else had mistakenly and futilely tried to redeem in my restaurant.

Ah, the citizens of Crazy Town!

Posted by: JA Brown Girl at July 2, 2007 06:42 AM

Wonderufl and funny post and yes, you do seem to be a long standing resident of, Crazy Town.

Posted by: Nancy Liedel at July 2, 2007 08:08 AM

No, no. They're just other city council members.

They'd be Mayor and First Lady if they'd insisted it was their baby and made a fuss.

See, that's top-grade crazy.

Posted by: Sigivald at July 2, 2007 11:39 AM

Every state/county has a Crazy Town and the elected officials are usually representative of that fact. And if they aren't crazies, they're usually crooks.

Posted by: Sandy at July 2, 2007 12:57 PM

When I read the part about the dog in the pram.....it took me a couple minutes to connect my jaw back up to my mouth. Good Grief. They probably keep their kid tied to a tree in the back yard.

Posted by: Carmen at July 3, 2007 07:57 AM

 
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