Happy Mother's Day

The grainy video is shown, dispicting past tense.

It's Mother's Day, from this past year, at the local Outback Steakhouse.
The manager walks through his path, he slides by the hostess stand to see one last name on the call ahead list. 
'Sweet, one last name... Then we call it a wrap for a crazy evening'

That's what you would think, until you saw who it was:


He walks in and heads to the hostess stand. "Yeah, I was told I wouldn't have a wait at all," 
The hostesses look At him, then at the empty tables around at 955 at night... 
"Sir, we close at 10"

"Yeah but I called ahead.. You know.. To let you know I was coming..."

"Sir, you called ahead at 4pm... For 5pm... It's now 9:55pm and we close in 5 minute.."

"Yeah, so I called ahead.. Do I have to wait?"

The hostesses get a manager involved, and being the nice guy that he is, working the 12 hour shift that he did... He still opts to seat the customer even though he's still waiting on his party to arrive.

10...15 minutes go by, and the manager has to go by the table of the one, singular dude, holding up the whole fucking place cuz he wants to be an ass.

"Sir, is your party arriving?"

"Yeah they'll be here soon"

15 more minutes pass and finally his family comes. They sit, get drinks, and order dinner WELL after close.
The dinner is presented, and the man with the gold belt over his shoulder asks for more ranch. 
When the server returns with ranch, he asks for some ketchup.
The sever asks, "anything else I can get you?"
Nah...

When they come back with ketchup, he asks for butter.

What a dick!!

2 hours after close... The man who's been a fuckin asshole this whole time asks to speak with a manager about the quality of his meal.

The lights dim, and The manager approaches. 

"Sir, how can I help you?"

"Well this was shit, and that was shit.. And the rest of it was shit..."

"I'm so sorry sir, is there anything else I can get you instead?"

"Yeah, remake the whole fuckin meal!!!"

"Certainly, sir, right on it..."

As the manager begins to head back to the kitchen, he remembers that his staff is gone. He remembers that this Ziegler guy is a dick, and he remembers he isn't in fact a manager at all. He's a fuckin Time Traveler... 

He springs back to the table, launches off a seat and plants a 24th Punch right into the assholes face, right in front of his mom.

He wishes her a happy Mother's Day, and offers her a free strawberry shortcake parfait, to which she agrees to.

Glorious