The servers at my restaurant manage to keep their cool through busy hours and shitty customers. I admire this trait because I don’t even talk to customers and I still manage to get angry at them on a regular basis. Like when a female who get her dining tips from health magazines disrespectfully deconstructs Chef’s dishes with substitutions and requests that her protein be grilled with no oil. Or when a six top of kosher vegetarians show up out of the blue. Or when a four-top all order the same appetizers and entrees. I flip my shit and start mumbling curses. But here’s a video I found that goes out to my front of the house people that I yell at because I can’t yell at customers.