Of course, everyone assumes the bad guys will waltz in the front door, like in the movies. But that’s they want you to think. The threat could actually be the Arabs at table A, or the disgruntled busboy in the kitchen, or the stressed Teriyaki chef slicing shrimp at table C, or the flirty waitress who crawled under your table to “clean up the spilled drink,” or the stripper who jumped out of the oversized birthday cake (was it really your birthday?), or a Sherpa climbing down the wall. Or maybe the Spanish Inquisition jumping out of the restrooms. No one would expect that.
NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition!!!
Cardinal Fang and Cardinal Biggles just might be your sous chefs lurking in the kitchen!
We call such threats a rude floor show here ........ I dine at my small town eatery where most of the locals are known . The wives and girlfriends will stare down trouble before most men will. It gets quiet before a tornado per se. But you know that
... I’ll take the back corner A1 and a turned over table for “best cover” Alex !