I was working as a short-order cook at two restaurants in the
same neighborhood. On a Saturday night, I was finishing up the dinner shift at
one restaurant and hurrying to report to work at the second place. But I was
delayed because one table kept sending back an order of hash browns, insisting
they were too cold. I replaced them several times, but still the customers were
dissatisfied.
When I was able to leave, I raced out the door and arrived at my
second job. A server immediately handed me my first order. "Make sure
these hash browns are hot," she said, "because these people just left
a restaurant down the street that kept serving them cold ones.
Source:Joke
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