In Nebraska we serve mountain oysters. Customers are always asking us to explain what they are. Bull fries, bull testicles, balls, nuts. The last part to go over the fence. Yes, that's what they are. Now you know. Why are they called oysters? They don't even look like oysters. And what do they taste like? Well it isn't chicken. Try one. You will be all cool telling your friends that you actually ate these things.
Another embarrassing waitress thing is when other servers write obscene material on the back of your order pad which says things like, "Sex is great!" And you're standing there like an idiot because you don't know what the customer is giggling at while you take their order.
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