Here are a few funny situations
I found myself in during
my two year run as a caterer.
I found myself in during
my two year run as a caterer.
As you could imagine,
sometimes the run,
well, it didn’t always lead me
towards a red ribbon-ed finish line
engulfed by hugs 'n kisses.
well, it didn’t always lead me
towards a red ribbon-ed finish line
engulfed by hugs 'n kisses.
Like for instance, the very first party that I catered. It was nothing too out of the ordinary, and a very nice way to ease myself
into the frying pan!
into the frying pan!
It was a small occasion that my friend Mike was having, and well, lets just say, that I prepared
a tad... too much food.
a tad... too much food.
Well, actually, you could’ve fed the entire
82nd Airborne Infantry Division for goodness sake with what I prepared. When I only needed to feed about twenty people.
Let the learning process... begin!
Let the learning process... begin!
My brother Michael gave me a hand on this job and okay, I'm sure even he'll agree
that it was a slight disaster.
that it was a slight disaster.
We arrived at the house, and as I was inside setting up the chafing stands, Michael began bringing in the trays of food.
And well, they kept coming,
and coming,
and coming…… LoL
Oh, fuck!
I quickly realized that I prepared way too much food for such a small gathering. Man, I looked like a wet-behind-the-ears rookie.
Of which I was by the way.
Of which I was by the way.
Oh man it was so funny.
I frantically whispered into Michael's ear
to stop bringing in any more trays.
If he did I would have to begin stacking
them on the floor because there was
no more room on any of
the counters or tables!
I felt like such the dick.
It was like the fucking Red Cross
delivering rations to a disaster area... fuck!
to stop bringing in any more trays.
If he did I would have to begin stacking
them on the floor because there was
no more room on any of
the counters or tables!
I felt like such the dick.
It was like the fucking Red Cross
delivering rations to a disaster area... fuck!
So okay, I didn't exactly have a handle on that “portion control” thing just yet. But hey, it was my first job, gimme a break will ya. I got better. Well in my opinion I did. I think?
Where’s that fuckin' 82nd Airborne
when you need’em?
And oh... when I got home and counted
the money I realized that Mike
had given me too much.
(And yes... I didn't count
the cash until I got home.)
It was $20 too much to be exact. So I mailed it back to him not giving it a second thought.
the money I realized that Mike
had given me too much.
(And yes... I didn't count
the cash until I got home.)
It was $20 too much to be exact. So I mailed it back to him not giving it a second thought.
A couple days later I got a call from Mike
and he was kinda pissed.
He said...
"Why the fuck did you send back
the twenty bucks you dick?"
Alright...
he was more than "kinda"... pissed.
and he was kinda pissed.
He said...
"Why the fuck did you send back
the twenty bucks you dick?"
Alright...
he was more than "kinda"... pissed.
I explained that he overpaid.
He then said...
"Have you ever heard of a fucking tip!!!
You knucklehead!"
You knucklehead!"
LoLoLoLoL... OH!
Oh boy, am I a full bag'a douche or what... LoL
How the fuck should I know it's a tip?
I just thought he didn't know how to count.
Even though at the time he had a second job, which was counting concession stand money
at Madison Square Garden!
Counting money!!
I just thought he didn't know how to count.
Even though at the time he had a second job, which was counting concession stand money
at Madison Square Garden!
Counting money!!
And then I received this as a gift.
Too fucking cool right!!
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| That's one of my menu's with "the"... $20 bill. Mike framed it and gave to me for my 30th birthday a month or two later. |
And oh, I gotta say this... I have to thank my brother Michael for all the slave labor he provided during my run!!
And even though he suffered right along with me on many of the jobs... LoL... I never realized
that I hadn't given him not one single dollar
for helping!
that I hadn't given him not one single dollar
for helping!
I can still picture him slumped in the corner wolfing down some leftover linguine & clam sauce from a empty 3 pound container of ricotta cheese after a tough prep and delivery. LoL
One of which actually had him changing into a pair of fucking slippers provided by the customer... every time he walked in & out of the front door while carrying trays of food. Which he then had to haul all the way down the basement steps to where the party was being held.
Too funny! Oh the suffering.
One of which actually had him changing into a pair of fucking slippers provided by the customer... every time he walked in & out of the front door while carrying trays of food. Which he then had to haul all the way down the basement steps to where the party was being held.
Too funny! Oh the suffering.
Oh man, I AM a full bag'a douche... LoL
And... a cheapskate to boot!!
Sorry Mike.
The checks in the mail!!
I promise!
But there was another time that I came this close to real disaster.
In fact, it was a party for my friend Mike’s brother, Joe. And, again, I think it was for only about twenty people or so. But don't worry,
I had that portion control thing
well in hand by this time.
I had that portion control thing
well in hand by this time.
Now, I only needed to work on paying attention to the small details. Like maybe, delivering
the job to the right address!
the job to the right address!
Listen to this near miss.
Oh man, it was so close.
I was solo on this job and before I took off to make the delivery, I remember taking one last look at the address before making the delivery.
I gingerly drove the streets of Staten Island
with a food-packed van until I hit the "X"
that marked the spot.
I pulled up to the house, bolted up the small stairway, until I was face to face
with the front door.
with a food-packed van until I hit the "X"
that marked the spot.
I pulled up to the house, bolted up the small stairway, until I was face to face
with the front door.
But hey, I paid no attention to that at all.
Remember, I was in the business mode.
Which was... to get the food in the house as quickly, and neatly, as possible. Get the money, and get the fuck outta there! So I had a bit of tunnel vision goin' on.
Anyway, the person let me in, and I told him
who I was and why I was there.
(You heard that right?
I told him who... I was...
and why... I was there!)
Then, without hesitation, I entered the house and nonchalantly proceeded into the kitchen area as if I owed the joint, and inquired where they wanted me to set up the food.
who I was and why I was there.
(You heard that right?
I told him who... I was...
and why... I was there!)
Then, without hesitation, I entered the house and nonchalantly proceeded into the kitchen area as if I owed the joint, and inquired where they wanted me to set up the food.
After a second or two of awkward silence, the home owner pointed to the counter. I then quickly ran back out to the van and grabbed the tablecloth, tape, and scissors
to begin my prep work.
to begin my prep work.
I got back inside and actually began...
setting up.
setting up.
I say again...
I began... setting up!!
Remember now, there were several people in the house besides the person I was dealing with thus far. And... every single one of them were watching me do this. It wasn’t like I was there all by myself or even with just that one owner.
They were actually watching me set up.
Are ya with me thus far??
Well, as I was diligently preparing my work space, finally, someone said to me...
“Excuse me?
But who are you?”
My jaw hit the fuckin' ground!
I thought to myself, now what kind of a stupid fuckin’ question was that?
These people were the ones who hired me, right? Right? RIGHT? And now they were asking me who the hell I was?
It didn’t sink in at first. But when I looked up, and took a good look at the other faces and still hadn’t recognized anyone yet, I began to wonder.
I answered back...
“I’m the caterer, of course!
You guys ordered food, right?”
At this point, I didn’t really wanna know
the answer.
the answer.
Especially, if it wasn’t the one I needed to hear. And, of course, it wasn’t!
You muthafucka you... LoL
“No!
We didn’t!”
Now, with that said, my fuckin' tongue fell right outta my fuckin' mouth, to follow my fuckin' jaw. Beads of sweat began to run down my now crunched up, tension-filled brow.
“What’ta ya mean, no!
Isn’t this 158 such & such Ave?”
Again, I got the answer that I didn’t wanna hear.
“Oh, no it isn't!
This is 168!”
Holy fuckin’ shit!
I was this close to delivering an entire catering job to the wrong house.
And... these fucking idiots
were about to let me do it.
were about to let me do it.
I mean, if someone came to your door and said that they were the caterer, and where would you like the food set up, wouldn’t you say right then and there that he had the wrong fuckin' house!?
I know I would’ve!
I’m not gonna let some knucklehead guy into my home. Watch him barrel his way into my kitchen like he owned the joint, and then go ahead and actually tell him where to place the food.
(That I didn't order!!)
(That I didn't order!!)
C’mon people work with me here!
You stupid fucking a-holes, you.
Listen to me, I’m tryin’ to blame some poor simpletons for my own asinine mistake!
Hey, I like that word, asinine!
So, that was a near disaster.
We all had a pretty big laugh while I was at the correct house setting up. And yes, it was brought up how I made way too much food for their last family gathering. And how I sent back
the tip money!
the tip money!
Nuthin' gets forgotten does it, especially when you're the douche who fucked up. Too funny!
But I have one more story about this catering thing that beats all. And my ex-wife Lynn
was behind the whole thing.
was behind the whole thing.
I was turning 30 and she wanted to have a surprise party for me. How cool right!
Listen to the way she pulled the wool over my eyes... it was so fucking brilliant!
She came up with the incredible idea of having me cater my own fucking party.
Can you believe that idea?
Genius!
Nothing short of genius!
Not asinine at all.
Man that word is too cool.
Let me run you through it real fast.
First, Lynn recruited a friend from her bowling league to call me and book a party for 80 people.
Which is alot'a people for the small operation I had in place. Man, I gotta tell ya... she had me hook, line, and muthafuckin’ sinker
from the very first second.
from the very first second.
It was so funny how I was making fun of Lynn's accomplice for ordering what she did. They were all very easy and relatively inexpensive
dishes to prepare.
dishes to prepare.
I was saying that this woman really didn't have a clue on how to order food. And kept boasting about how I was gonna make a killing,
profit wise.
profit wise.
So much so that I felt obligated to make up a large fruit display for her at no charge.
Too funny.
Too funny.
Another thing is that I never thought it suspicious at all that suddenly my wife, sister-in-law Dawn, and parents joined forces with my brother Michael in the helping out department.
Out of the blue, my parents would unexpectedly "stop by"... while Lynn & Dawn also strangely found their way downstairs... while I was prepping... because they said that just felt like giving me a hand. Which never happened before!
Mmmmmm...
man I'm SO naive... LoL
It was all just so funny. Oh not for me mind you, but for them, it was like they were filming a fucking episode of "Everybody Loves Raymond" for goodness sake... LoL
There they were...
Frank
Marie
Raymond
Debra
and
Amy...
... right there pulling the wool right over poor unsuspecting Robert's eyes.
They were actually giving each other hand signals and mouthing back 'n forth behind my back while I was working, planning out and following up on details of the devious deception.
I hadn't a fuckin' clue of what was going on right under my very own nose. I was too busy yelling at them because the swedish meatballs
weren't round enough. LoL
It was all so brilliant!
weren't round enough. LoL
It was all so brilliant!
Well, the day arrived.
I prepared the last remaining items and began loading up the van to deliver the food to... myself.
When all of the sudden Lynn began giving me shit over my sauce-stained clothes. She was saying that I should take a shower, and change. That it would look better for the “business”.
Just really nagging at me
and bustin' my balls ya know.
and bustin' my balls ya know.
Well, I finally blew up, and told her to shut the fuck up. And, oh boy I'm a douche. I even said that I hated her when she persisted like this.
I know I know... I wanna punch myself
right in the face too!
right in the face too!
I roared back that I was trying to make the business work, and I didn’t have time for a shower and a change of clothes. I told her I only needed to tie a clean apron over my clothes.
Boy, am I an asshole, or what?
I actually used the word “hated”. Would someone please punch me in the fucking head... thank you!
Anyway, she won out.
As chicks usually do!
She got me so pissed off that I just said, fuck it! Then ran upstairs and took that shower just to shut her up! Again, I feel like such a douche
right now while I'm writing this.
right now while I'm writing this.
Finally, the van was packed, I smelled... okay I guess, better at least... and Lynn, well this incredible chick was sitting in the front seat rubbing her conniving hands together like a diabolical criminal mastermind as all of her hard work, monetary saving and hopeful planing were finally coming to fruition!
We pulled up to the hall, and as we were walking towards the entrance, Pat, the other accomplice, met us outside.
She then proceeded to lead us into the main hall.
The first thing my eyes focused on
as we walked through the door was the big,
long table at the front of the room
where the food would be arranged.
By the time I had maybe two, possibly three steps inside the room, I already had that entire table pretty much set up in my mind
even before that fourth step was taken.
But then, all of the sudden,
I heard this big roar of...
“SURPRISE!”
I already had it in my head that this surprise thing was going to happen. Oh no, not for me. I was getting ready to respond back to everyone that I wasn’t the birthday boy,
that I was only the caterer.
Then I would continue on
with the setting up of the food.
But, after the burst of surprise, as I lifted my head and broke my “work mode” concentration,
I began to recognize people.
In fact, everywhere I turned, I knew the faces that were staring back at me unlike how it was with the near miss delivery I spoke of earlier.
And just then, my brother Michael jumped on my back, and hugged the shit outta me.
Suddenly, I realized that the fuckin’ surprise actually was for me!
Right away my eyes welled up like a big baby, and I began to shake. I just couldn’t believe what was goin’ on. All of this was for me!
Now, I really felt like a dick
for yelling at Lynn the way I did.
Oh man, I’m sweating right now
at this very second after reliving this.
For years afterwards
people were still talking about it.
We even saw the guy that DJ’d the party,
"DJ Danny", several years later at another function, and even he remembered
the way I was surprised.
"Oh man, that’s right!
You’re the guy, who catered his own party!
That’s still the greatest story I’ve ever heard about a surprise party” he said.
It was really something.
I’ve got to say thank you to my ex Lynn,
for putting up with all of my bullshit during the preparation. And thank you to Michael, Dawn and my parents, and Lynn again, for helping out during that brief two years of slingin' hash!
I don’t think I would’ve gotten as far as I did
if you guys weren’t there to help.
We pulled up to the hall, and as we were walking towards the entrance, Pat, the other accomplice, met us outside.
She then proceeded to lead us into the main hall.
The first thing my eyes focused on
as we walked through the door was the big,
long table at the front of the room
where the food would be arranged.
By the time I had maybe two, possibly three steps inside the room, I already had that entire table pretty much set up in my mind
even before that fourth step was taken.
But then, all of the sudden,
I heard this big roar of...
“SURPRISE!”
I already had it in my head that this surprise thing was going to happen. Oh no, not for me. I was getting ready to respond back to everyone that I wasn’t the birthday boy,
that I was only the caterer.
Then I would continue on
with the setting up of the food.
But, after the burst of surprise, as I lifted my head and broke my “work mode” concentration,
I began to recognize people.
In fact, everywhere I turned, I knew the faces that were staring back at me unlike how it was with the near miss delivery I spoke of earlier.
And just then, my brother Michael jumped on my back, and hugged the shit outta me.
Suddenly, I realized that the fuckin’ surprise actually was for me!
Right away my eyes welled up like a big baby, and I began to shake. I just couldn’t believe what was goin’ on. All of this was for me!
Now, I really felt like a dick
for yelling at Lynn the way I did.
Oh man, I’m sweating right now
at this very second after reliving this.
For years afterwards
people were still talking about it.
We even saw the guy that DJ’d the party,
"DJ Danny", several years later at another function, and even he remembered
the way I was surprised.
"Oh man, that’s right!
You’re the guy, who catered his own party!
That’s still the greatest story I’ve ever heard about a surprise party” he said.
It was really something.
I’ve got to say thank you to my ex Lynn,
for putting up with all of my bullshit during the preparation. And thank you to Michael, Dawn and my parents, and Lynn again, for helping out during that brief two years of slingin' hash!
I don’t think I would’ve gotten as far as I did
if you guys weren’t there to help.
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