Hold The Sausage.....please!

After having over thirteen years of work experience in "The Serving" industry, not much surprises me when it comes to dealings with the public... until of course,someone surprised me. Usually, in the past, I have been known to start my posts with something like this.. "It was a beautiful day at 'Ned's.' Well, not this time. It was a gloomy, overcast day at the beach, and despite this fact, Ned's was a 'Full house.' Everyone and their mother's mother's came out to partake in the 'Ned's breakfast.' Women, men, and children from all over the beach lined up to get their hands on some good ol' breakfast sausage. But I think it's safe to say that after today, they (the customers) may be less interested in sausage for the time being, or maybe, more interested? You can decide for yourself after you finish reading this ridiculous story. The air was thick with the smell of pancakes and bacon, and it lingered all the way out to the parking lot. Despite the cold;dozens of fisherman lined up around the pier with their lines in the sea, just waiting for their next catch. It was only a few hours into my morning shift (I started at 5am) and already very busy. I had easily around twelve tables going at the same time,and the other server probably had around the same. I just took a new tables order and I was on my way to the kitchen to give the cooks the food order when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a middle aged mexican man walking by Ned's with a fishing pole, a forty ounce beer, and no shirt or shoes on. But unfortunately, that wasn't too abnormal of a sight to see on our fishing dock. What caught my attention was how everyone in the restaurant was staring at him. Like they all sensed he was...interesting. So after the moment passed, I snapped back into work mode, gave the cooks the order and went back to business. Food orders were literally flying in and out of the kitchen. Plenty of hot sausage was being served. I made my rounds with the coffee pot, topping off peoples cups. But just as I came to one particular table to fill up a man's cup, he happened to be taking a bite out of his pork sausage when that mexican fisherman with the forty ounce beer came standing right next to the window. The man that was busy chowing down on his link, had failed to notice the fisherman who was bearing a link of his own. The next thing I heard was the sound of people yelling and gasping. But what I heard next was even more classic. It was from a little boy in the restaurant and he pointed and said "Dad! Look! you can see that man's weener!!!" Me, not being a fan or pork, ended up being a real blessing in disguise. I hadn't had pork sausage in over fifteen years, and I sure as hell wasn't going to start eating it now. Based on the massive response from the customers, (several of them started spitting out their sausages onto napkins.I am not joking) I got the feeling that many shared my same sentiment in regards to sausage. The only exception I believe, was the little boy who was fascinated my the man's very own personal sausage, because when the fisherman started to walk around, the little boy shouted this out "Look, it's flopping all around. His weener is flopping!!" He thought this man's unfortunate bodily movements were just absolutely hysterical. And now, looking back, it really was hysterical. The fisherman was arrested shortly later after he continued to stand buck naked and fish while drinking his forty. He didn't give a damn. He just wanted to fish naked. He kept saying how it was his "God given right as an American to fish naked!" Good times, people. Good times.