We use some interesting terminology on the Colonial Belle; we say we're gonna drop salads, we sling drinks, and when dinnertime has come, we throw out plates. That is to say we serve salads, pour drinks and carefully place that serving of chicken in front of each guest.
I haven't the foggiest where this violent rhetoric has its roots. Perhaps it comes from the rough and tumble world where the customer on the other side of the bar may have a pistol or two hidden away amongst their finery.
Or perhaps the violent language is simply a reflection of the difficulty of facing the public when you know they have little or no appreciation of what it takes to feed them in a civilized manner. Especially on a boat. In the middle of the water.
You know, basic floating restaurant algebra.
