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So yesterday evening I experienced a manager with prison tattoos, who cuddled like a masculine from small children, the kitchen staff fell a family dinner on the floor and the matrosen took it up and directed it to the family. the family was upset, but they ate it anyway. the wife of the family also mentioned that it was the wrong order. another dame was there for pick-up, t segor never noticed her or the other brown encumbered men. when he finally recognized them, he told them: "Wait. I am busy!" Maybe if he stop screaming at the workers in the kitchen and stop to emphasize them with his commands, the restaurant could actually be productive.