It’s On Like Donkey Kong
I was doing a routine check on a table that had been sitting for nearly 2 hours during the dinner rush. I noticed that they had finally finished their food, so I asked calmly, but very clearly and directly if they were done and would like me to clear their plates.
They both completely ignored me, mind you I’m about 10 inches from their faces.
Seeing as there was literally NOTHING left on either plate, I reached down and began clearing them, assuming that their total lack of an answer and equal lacking of food was consent.
The dude slapped my hand like Donkey Kong using a smash move. He said with a very raised voice, I’M NOT DONE YET. It took every fiber of my being to not slap him back in the face. Greas3LoL