Push these together for a 12…….Done.  No, break it down for 2 6-tops……….Done.  No, an 8 top. No, 3 Deuces…………..You get the picture.
Trying to figure out which jackass in the suit and tie is the host and recipient of the check.
Red Rover, Red Rover, Send Our Server On Over!  Your buddy is “watching” your station while you potty or burn one.  You get seated and the guests sit there unnoticed for 10 minutes.
The game we play with the line when Grandma suddenly decides to have that salad after all and the entrée’s are up!
That uncomfortable condition that plagues waiters:  a double on a humid day which creates friction and chafing on your butt-cheeks.

That manager we have all worked for at one time.  Do this completely illogical thing, because I SAID SO!
Will I make $25 or $250 tonight?  I never know.
The Ultimate Gossip Game.  Kasey kissed a guy on the cheek last night after-hours.  By her next shift, she was topless lap dancing and having sex on the bar.
The table of 6 women (separate checks, of course) who ask questions about every menu item, its preparations and sides, then order cheeseburgers.
The table who one-runs you to death, oblivious to the fact that you have other tables and guests to assist.