I used to work in a restaurant that served a bottomless brunch on Sundays only, and just a plain brunch without bottomless drinks on Saturdays.

One Tuesday, while I’m working around 11 AM, these three women come in. They get seated in my section, and as soon as I walk up to their table (before I even open my mouth), they growl ‘Mimosas!’ at me.

I kind of just shrug and say okay before giving them their (regular non-brunch) menus. People growling at drink orders isn’t uncommon, so I don’t think much of it. I bring them the mimosas, and they place their orders. Throughout the meal, they keep inhaling more and more mimosas, and finally, they ask for the bill. Cue a scream in my direction.

They’re red with rage because they’ve drank serious money, and don’t understand. At first, I’m seriously confused, since they drank over twenty, I didn’t understand why they thought it would be free. Until finally! One of the women says that bottomless means that you don’t pay for all the drinks.

I try not to cry and laugh at the same time before explaining that today is Tuesday! Not Sunday or even Saturday. I point out their regular menus and regular drink menus. Not good enough, and they want my manager. When I tell him, he’s almost cackling in the back because of the stupidity.

Lots of yelling, name-calling, and rolled eyes later, they’re forced to pay for their drinks and meals (or face the cops). You can never really have a string of easy tables serving now, can you?