Now I've long since left the hated restaurant, tossing in mediocre money and long hours for poor money and relatively short hours. A fair swap, as far as I'm concerned. But I'm still in touch with my former co-workers, and my last 2 landlords have both continued to work there. Over Thanksgiving dinner with G his brother brings up the story of Tino, a new waiter, old waiter about town, classical 50's greaser, hair and appearance, and incidentally Italian, reminding you of no-one so much as a failed Vinnie Barbarino, trapped in a fashion that went the way of the dinosaur some 40 odd years ago...

Anyways, G gets a call from a customer looking to speak to the manager. G identifies himself as the manager. The customer then goes on to explain that he's noted a certain waiter pissing behind the restaurant....not once, but several times.

This in what passes for "fine dining" in Calgary.

G promises to address it, speaks to Tino, issue done. This isn't even remotely the most ridiculous letter of complaint they've ever had....