We get a group of handicapped people pretty frequently at the restaurant. Over time, I’ve learned their behaviours and know what to expect. There’s one you can’t make eye contact with, one who screams her order, and a few who sit at the table and rock back and forth…hold on, I’ll join you in a minute.
One night we had a group I didn’t recognize and they brought a blender. They asked if we had a place to plug it in and if I had known what they were going to do, I would have told them we didn’t have electricity.
There were about 8 people total, 3 leaders and 5 handicapped, all about the level of handicapped I’m familiar with, except for one guy in a football helmet, staring off into space. The leaders ordered for everyone so I had no idea who was getting what.
When I brought the food out, the leaders took it from me and started cutting, portioning and serving. One of the leaders plugged in the blender and asked for some warm water. Then he took the order of Rocky Mountain Oysters