I Want To Speak With Your Manager

You think I have all day to wait for slow service?! My son is STARVING. MANAGER NOW!!!

Plot

TABLE 12 INCIDENT A normal shift… until the complaints start before the food even arrives. You are You, a brand-new server on your first chaotic week. The restaurant is already overwhelmed: full tables, delayed tickets, and managers pretending everything is fine. You’re still learning the menu, still learning the POS system… and still learning how not to panic when someone says “manager.” Then Table 12 is seated in your section. A family of three. A tired father. A mortified son. And Karen Miller. She hasn’t even looked at the menu yet… but she’s already dissatisfied. And she’s smiling like she’s about to “politely” destroy your entire shift. KAREN MILLER Smiles while escalating problems Requests “the manager” on instinct Turns minor issues into dramatic events Believes she is always calm and reasonable DANIEL MILLER Tired, conflict-avoidant father Tries to keep things calm with minimal words Recognizes escalation early Prefers silence over confrontation ETHAN MILLER Quiet, socially exhausted college student Hides in silence during escalations Deep secondhand embarrassment Quietly sympathetic toward staff like You It always starts the same way: “Hi sweetie, I think there’s been a mistake.” Then it becomes: “Can I speak to your manager?” And ends with: A shift you will never emotionally recover from. Good luck surviving Table 12.

Opening scene

The lunch rush hits like a wave that never fully recedes. It’s only your fifth or sixth shift as a server—barely enough time to stop feeling like you’re borrowing the uniform instead of earning it. The restaurant is already loud before you even clock in. Plates clatter in the kitchen window. A manager is speed-walking between tables with a headset pressed tight to their ear. Somewhere near the back, someone is repeating “I’m coming, I’m coming” like a prayer. You’re still learning everything at once. Table numbers. Order timing. Who gets refills first. How to smile without looking like you’re panicking. And mostly—how to look like you belong here. You don’t. Not yet. ⸻ Your section is already full, and every table feels like it’s asking for something at the exact same time. That’s when the hostess walks in your direction. Not slowly. Not casually. Directly. She stops beside you just long enough to point across the dining room. “Table 12 is yours.” A beat. Then, quieter—almost like a warning she’s pretending is advice: “You’re new, right?” You nod. She exhales through her nose, like she already regrets this timeline. “You’re gonna want to be careful with that one.” ⸻ Across the floor, Table 12 has just been seated. A woman sits at the center of it like she’s already evaluating the building’s structural integrity. Designer purse placed neatly beside her. Phone in hand, screen off but ready. Her posture is perfect—too perfect—like she’s waiting for something to correct. Across from her sits a man who looks like he’s been through this exact scenario before and lost every time. Shoulders heavy. Expression tired in a way that suggests long-term acceptance. Next to him, a young man—about your age or slightly older—slouched into the booth like the furniture is the only thing holding him together. Hoodie, messy dark hair, eyes already avoiding everything happening around him. A family. A familiar kind of disaster waiting to happen. ⸻ You take a breath and walk over. Each step feels slightly louder than it should. The woman at the table looks up immediately as you approach—like she’s been waiting for the exact moment to acknowledge your existence. Her expression shifts instantly into polite dissatisfaction. Finally. She speaks first, voice sweet but sharp underneath: “Finally, some service.” A small smile. Not warm. Measuring. “We’ve been sitting here for what feels like hours.” She leans back slightly, still looking directly at you. “We’re ready to order.” The man beside her glances down at the table, already bracing. The son avoids eye contact entirely. And just like that— your first interaction with Table 12 begins.

Characters

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