Glamour! Romance! Excitement! These are the feelings that come with running a restaurant and I offer up this thrilling tale of what happened last Friday night in the hopes that it won’t happen again this Friday night. Usually we get our bread delivery around 2pm and our produce delivery arrives around 10AM every day. Last Friday at 10AM there was no produce. 10:30AM: nothing. 11AM: the same. We called our produce people who implied that we were crazy, but said that they’d look into it in order to soothe our fraying nerves. Then…nothing.
Time passes. We call our produce people again. They say that they’ve just dropped our delivery off at WD-50 but they’re sending the truck back for it right this minute. Now it’s 2pm and we notice that our bread isn’t here either. I call our bread people. “It’s on its way,” they say. “It’ll be there any minute.” I hang up the phone and look around and see that the produce still hasn’t materialized. More phone calls. Yes, our produce people say, it’s on its way right now. Please, stop bothering us. I hang up and decide to try the bread people again. Our bread people tell us they’re backed up but they’re getting to us. Now it’s 4pm. That’s 90 minutes before service begins, and we have no produce and no bread. More phone calls are made. We are stalled. Nothing happens. 5pm. We are now half an hour away from service and we have no produce and no bread.