Irony is that people who eat bacon and eggs for breakfast, burgers for lunch and steaks for dinner, complain that the food we make, which has maybe half the fat and calories of their normal diet, is too rich.
Irony is that hunters for whom we have made cheeseburgers and roast chicken with biscuits for dinner because they didn't want the "fancy food" everyone else is eating now want a separate hunter's menu.
Irony is having the guests leave their muddy boots outside and then having employees track mud and dirt through the premises.
Irony is a housekeeper who was SO excited to get a full time job and two months later has yet to finish an entire scheduled week.
Irony is the fact that men are still horrified when women carry their bags upstairs...even when we're in better shape than they are.
Irony is guests who chase you home at the end of the evening because they feel bad about the hours you're working.
Irony is the incredibly large number of people who don't eat pork but do eat bacon.
Irony is the housekeeper who left early because the mangler didn't work when in fact she had not turned it on.
Irony is men who don't eat pork loin and then ask for ham sandwiches instead. What is it with people and pigs?
Irony is people who enjoy the food so much that they clean their plates and then complain that it's our fault that they're putting on weight.
Irony is that most spanish-english dictionaries give you Castillian pronunciations and definitions when most spanish spoken in this country is Mexican.
Irony is people who pay for three night stays but arrive expecting a fourth night at no extra cost because they've already paid for their plane tickets and cannot leave.
Irony is that I am still entertained by all of these happenings...a sense of humor is key in the service industry.
