Posted on 12/19/2007 9:23:20 AM PST by Proverbs 3-5
British Airways have suspended a cabin crew steward for eating a muffin that was discarded on a passenger's meal tray, it was reported today.
(Excerpt) Read more at thisislondon.co.uk ...
(George opens trash bin, sees an éclair at the top with one bite taken out of it. After looking around to make sure no one is watching, he picks up the éclair and takes a bite just as Mrs. Enright enters the kitchen.)
MRS. ENRIGHT: (wide-eyed) Oh...
GEORGE: (spits out mouthful of food): Mrs. Enright! Mrs. Enright!
[snip]
[Monk's Diner]
JERRY: So lemme get this straight: you find yourself in the kitchen. You see an éclair, in the receptacle. And you think to yourself, "What the hell, I'll just eat some trash."
GEORGE: No, no. No, no, no. It was not trash!
JERRY: Was it in the trash?
GEORGE: Yes.
JERRY: Then it was trash.
GEORGE: It wasn't down in, it was sort of on top.
JERRY: But it was in the cylinder!
GEORGE: Above the rim.
JERRY: Adjacent to refuse, is refuse.
GEORGE: It was on a magazine! And it still had the doily on.
JERRY: Was it eaten?
GEORGE: One little bite.
JERRY: Well, that's garbage.
GEORGE: But I know who took the bite. It was her aunt!
JERRY: Well, you, my friend, have crossed the line that divides Man and Bum. You are now a Bum.
Pinging the usual suspects. Apologies if I forgot anyone.
Alas, we must probe even deeper: did she eat the entire muffin or just the muffin top?
When I was young I got fired from my waiter job at an all-you-can-eat seafood restaurant. My offense was eating a shrimp when employees were only allowed to eat French fries and hush puppies.
They accused him of theft, not garbage eating, although now they seem to be adjusting their story.
Have the Labour Government and Political Correctness broken the unions? Ironic. These are the moments when you actually NEED a union.
agreed
Is that the whole story? That’s all? Does the airline have an explicit policy?
At a top rate restaurant here, the busser lady would clear emptied tables, and take plates with left-over food to her station and stuff it in her mouth. While still chewing someone’s left-over food, she would come out and clear off more tables - cheeks fat, still chewing. It was disgusting.
(She didn’t speak English - I tried.)
The restaurant manager ignored her, as he was in the bar stuffing his face with plates of food.
Yes. The Health Department was called.
United Airlines co shares with Lufthansa on some routes to Germany. I have often flown United one way and Lufthansa back. The work ethic of the Lufthansa attendants as compared to the laziness of the United attendants can, most likely, be attributed Union (in)activity.
I waited tables in college and remember one of the ways the help got to eat was bringing out the “wrong” salad which had to be taken back to the kitchen...
Losing the all-you-can-eat job turned out to be a blessing. I moved on to wait tables at a fancy hotel and ate like a king. Also got to take room service to Maureen Reagan (and there’s quite a story there) and served Jack Nicholas (his son was a jerk, but Jack gave me an autograph).
Proverbs 3-5: “The muffin stump availeth nothing to the poor and destitute, and those bearing sacks of muffin stumps fleeth from dump to dump, but the wise man arrangeth for the messenger of letters to consumeth unwanted muffin stumps.”
(That’s in the King Edward VIII version).
Just RB Ver 2.0. but I can understand because it took me seven months to remember his screen name.
Why? How is an employee eating leftovers a health risk to anybody but the person doing it? Maybe this non english speaking person was poor enough that eating leftover food off plates was an economic decision. Who is the stuff-shirt busybody that called the health department, and why doesn't this person have a life?
Thou who cureth, can maketh ill.
There are headlines that doom a thread to an ugly and untimely demise...
You can always ignore it and not read it.
Mmmmm, leftovers.
Double Mmmmm - other people’s!
Gosh, thanks. Something happen to your humor button?
I worked in a hospital while going through college. I used to go in early to order meal trays for the day. If someone died in the night I would conveniently “overlook” canceling their meals. Those dead peoples “last meals” helped keep me alive in college.
Ha...that's why I'm in the process of pasting it and sending to a few like-minded pals.
Nowadays your ass would be SO fired SO fast for theft of product it’d make your head spin.
I had to get permission from my boss, his boss, the food services supervisor, and the site manager in order to collect the meat out of 3 day old sandwiches that were being fed to the garburetor. I figured I’d get some “free” food for my dogs. Not worth it.
But the thing that had the most impact on me, aside from the absolute rudeness and arrogance of the French management, was the thousands of dollars of food and food-related products I crammed into my mouth at all hours. Some days I would get a wild hair and eat nothing but avocadoes, other times I'd have a hankerin' for those little "fruits in brandy" gift sets. Steak? I have eaten every part of the cow. All of it on the dime of an evil French employer, which makes it all the more fulfilling.
I agree...maybe the poor woman was hungry.
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Rb ver. 2.0 --REMEMBER IT.
In 1982 I was a year out of high school and waiting tables at the Linden Hill Hotel & Racquet Club in Bethesda, Maryland. Word was out that Maureen Reagan would be staying in the hotel in late June. I was cleared by the secret service to provide her with room service.
On June 21 the maître d' and I headed to her room with our cart. The secret service checked it at the door and then escorted us into her room and we began to prepare the table. At that moment they announced on the TV the John Hinckley, Jr. verdict of "not guilty by reason of insanity" in his assassination attempt on President Reagan. In the bedroom of the suite I could see Maureen going hysterical and the secret service quickly escorted us out of the room.
What a crazy coincidence that we'd be in her room at the exact moment she heard the news. And by-the-way, the secret service are not very good tippers.
I have seen a Bouncer who while clearing people out of the bar at closing time, consume the drinks left on the tables. Not just one or 2, but many.
Wow, that is amazing. I have many amazing Reagan stories, somehow, even though I was too young to appreciate him at the time.
I worked in La Chaumiere, the then finest dining establishment in the Century Plaza Hotel, which was where President Reagan stayed while in L.A. because of the Presidential Suite’s top notch security. One time I prepared him a salad with the secret service AND their dogs standing all around me. It was very exciting. All I remember about it was that it was a mache salad and I had to cut each leaflet apart for him (chef’s decision, not some requirement from the President).
When we brought in the cake and dessert display after lunch, before refrigerating the cakes that were left, we had to pretty up the tray and cut away anything that seemed messy. My fellow skinny server and myself would put all the cut away parts onto a plate and eat them ourselves. Oh to be able to do that now! We never gained an ounce.
If you got the salad order wrong, were the dogs supposed to go for your throat? ;-)
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