In the late 90’s I worked for an Australian-themed steak joint, which at the time, was a relatively new chain. Without fail, every single night, someone would order the Prime Rib and be completely dumbfounded there were no bones. “But I ordered the Prime RIBS!” (we did have ribs on the menu, but I guess people wanted…

Tailgate? More like tail-ate.

Back in the early 90s, I worked at a sea-side resort that served a buffet breakfast - but still had wait-staff to bring beverages, clear plates, etc. There was a fellow waiter by the name of Ian - an exact replica of the Irishman from "Braveheart", brogue, beard, and all. During one week, there was a slovenly,…