Believe me, sometimes the desire to go out to the dining room and slap people is overwhelming.
Like the number of times they ask for something to be cut up for them into small pieces even though they have knives and forks. Or "extra-chopped" salads like they're toothless. Or an order of our roast chicken, but boneless and skinless. Or the orders for something off the lunch menu at dinner time because "that's what [they] feel like eating".