So, it's a fairly dead Tuesday night at the OG. I'm staring at two of my three tables that have been empty for the better part of a half hour. Suddenly Brant, one of the managers, runs up to me.
Brant: "Javi! How many tables do you have?"
Me: "I just dropped the check off at my last one."
Brant: "Good! We're out of salad. Here's my Sam's
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