Home sweet home
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I for myself dont remember to good who I was serving. But this on night I can still remember those to couples, who I serving. It was around 6o clock and not a lot of people where in the hotel dining-room. Then this man arrives and says that he is Mr. Pearce and he reserved a table for two. I consulted the reservations book and soon after I found the reservation I brought him to his table. When I just went to collect the menus I older woman arrived and moved quickly to Pearces table. I assumed it was his Wife. I soon as she arrived they started already aruing over something I couldnt hear. Further more I went back to the service table and collectet the Wine Lists and an ashtray...