This happened back in the 1970s. I was working a summer job as a gas pump jockey on the New York State Thruway (back before self-service.) For the first few days, I went next door to the cafeteria (back before they became fast food outlets) for lunch. Then one day, the cafeteria manager came up to me (granted, I was wearing my gas station uniform) and said to me, “From now on, please sit at a dirty table.”
I looked up in astonishment and said, “Huh?”
He repeated his request and added, “You don’t mind sitting at a dirty table.”
I just looked at him in disbelief. From then on, I brown-bagged my lunch from home.
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WTH? That is just demeaning. You should have told the guy that if he were worth anything as a manager, he wouldn't have to be worried about lowly employees like yourself taking up precious clean tables, because his staff would be turning over the dirty ones to begin with.
Sounds like the manager thought he was supervising a fancy restaurant. It was only a freaking cafeteria for God's sake!
Rude! Glad you stopped giving him your business after that.
Honest labour requires a bit of dirt. What an idiot!