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I'm tired. I got called into work. The manager in charge of our managers was there so they wanted an extra pair of hands to help out with things because he doesn't like seeing the managers seat people and stuff like that. He's a really nice guy; we just have to be at our best.

But I sat a group of people at a dirty table. I was like, "F***! DAMMIT! Gahhhhh." So Mike called me over and was like, "Yeah, uh...don't seat people at dirty tables" and I was like, "I knowww... crying "