Everything is a fucking problem when it's not convenient.
An example from last Saturday night:
Indian Deuche: Excuse me.
Me: Yes sir?
Indian Deuche: What is that? (Motions to a sizzler on a table behind them with chicken and a small amount of smoke coming off of it)
Me: That is our Jerk Tandoori Chicken.
Indian Deuche: There's too much smoke coming off of it.
Me: That's actually a normal amount.
Indian Deuche: The smoke is bothering me very much.
Me: I'm sorry about that. It will go away in a minute.
Indian Deuche: Can we change tables?
Me: We're completely full at the moment.
Indian Deuche: Do you plan to sell many more of those?
Me: Of the sizzlers?
Indian Deuche: Yes.
Me: Well we were, but I guess we can stop for tonight and just tell everyone that we changed our menu. Would that work for you?
Indian Deuche: Yes thank you. Come back in a few minutes and we'll give you our order.
Me: (muttered curses)
...
Me: Are you ready to order?
Indian Deuche: Yes. We'll have one Tandoori Chicken, one Seekh Kebab, and two Onion Kulcha.
Me: You do realize that the meat dishes come on a sizzler?
Indian Deuche: Yes, that's fine.
Me: So you want them on sizzlers?
Indian Deuche: Yes.
Me: And the smoke won't bother you?
Indian Deuche: No, it's ok.
Me: ...Alright then.
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