The one where the customer wants to eat outside but it's raining, and wants to know what the waitstaff will do about it. (Shakes head). Our favorite restaurant has a patio that closes when the weather is bad; I wonder if they've heard things like this.
Not an SS story, but I'm reminded. The Friday's in my hometown had a really nice patio, with those big umbrellas over the tables that were good enough for sun and probably light rain, but useless for heavy rain. We went there one day when it was really raining and while we were waiting for a seat inside got to talking with the guy who was standing outside with one of those umbrellas. This was all under a roof, of course, but the patio was open to the elements. This guy was the poor schlub waiter who'd been scheduled and assigned to work the patio that day, before anyone knew it would be raining too hard to seat people out there. So instead he got to use the umbrella to escort people back to their cars.
For the most part, I'm sure it was no big deal. Not fun, but a gig's a gig. But right after we chatted with him, he was called over to help an elderly couple. He gamely opened and shouldered the umbrella, and away they went. Walking very slowly, away they went.
You know how sometimes you forget where you parked, and you have to wander the parking lot desert for forty years? Yeah. First they're in this aisle, then in the next one, then the one next to that, then back to the first one. The old couple are gesticulating wildly by this point, and my father's laughing so hard I'm amazed he didn't hurt himself. Eventually the couple either found their car or broke into and hotwired someone else's, and the poor guy got to come back to civilization. All of us waiting for tables gave him a round of applause.