My table is crazy, I know this is true,

If you don't believe me, I'll point to just who,

They’re sitting right there at the booth with a chair,

Acting so nice and shooting a stare,

They’re ready right now, but they need time to think,

The ranch on the side with an extra, I ink,

Fettichini alfredo, and one diet coke,

That’s what they ordered, I promise, no joke.

Take your time but be quick, this table is nuts,

I can’t read their minds, but they sure hate my guts.

Drinks refilled more times than my feet care to tell,

It’s my tip that’s stinking if you care to smell.

So beware of them when they sit in your sections,

And dine on your meat, and your bread, and confections,

Confused yet so sure as they sit down to eat,

Unaware that their service is no easy feat.