Ok, smartass.
But on a serious note, with much more to follow, there were a few of us slackers left at the saturday dinner. Lawrence asked the waitress to send the manager over while assuring the waitress that she did nothing wrong.
The manager comes over within like 5 minutes and he tells her how great everything was and basically rubbing it in her face that they lost money on the crab legs that he and fdc ate.
Looking at that table at that point? About 15 bowls of downed crab legs strewn all all over the fucking place with 90% being from Lawrence and FDC. The manager responded to a query by fdc about when the restaurant was closing. 5 minutes. FDC literally ran to the buffet and I later heard it was for about a pound of prime rib.
In the meantime, Lawrence and I walked out together and he said something along the lines of 'dude, i'll catch up with you later, gotta hit the bathroom right this minute and it might be a while.'
Yep-another madjack event.