Regulars......cuntinued.

15 minutes until close. Not one table for over an hour. I sent all, but one of my staff home. We closed the line. FOH a ghost town. All but one sent home. We are all set to be on the road for the 30 minute drive back to town right at 8:00 pm PST. Then in rolls a local who we've all come to dread. She is all alone and wants a table by the fire to enjoy her new Keith Richards Autobiography. All she ordered is a small side of vegetables.

A little bit about her: She has been coming in for almost 5 years making our lives miserable. She is constantly trying to get free shit out of us. She is a very bitter woman with a reputation among the locals as being an insane bitch. We have concierge that duck behind the counter when they see her approaching. We have servers who give up a section to not have to wait on her. We have employees that hide in the back until she's gone (me included).

15 minutes until close. I'm the closing manager. She's enjoying a book by the fire. Sometimes I wonder if there is a restaurant industry deity we can pray to or offer sacrifice to stop these moments before they happen. Save us Keith Richards. Save us.