The owner's daughter has dropped by with her own child for a free meal. The owner's sleeping in the basement. She orders a couple of free seafood risottos off of the Filipino slave and wanders about the restaurant, saying hi to the staff...
I avoid her. I know her from a previous life, even if I didn't, she's fucked up. Alcoholic, 40 year old, the body of the A&W Root Bear, freeloader, scavenger extraordinaire, she'll come to steal from the liquor, the fridge, she's no shame, the government subsidizes her housing, the owner her expenses (his lover coming in every week to lobby for more, poor single mother, she wants to fix everything, she's convinced she can...)...She's failure at every level, but she's the only kid that turned out "well"...the other two, well, we won't discuss them here...
She tells the sous-chef about all the food- leftovers - she wants from the restaurant when we close for vacation. All of it. All for her. She's his kid, has kids, after all...
...and after eating their fancy risottos on the patio, the owner wakes up and discovers them...
..."Give him a hug" mom tells her daughter, but her Pa ain't buying it...
"FUCK OFF. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! I TOLD YOU NEVER TO COME HERE...MAKING MY STAFF WORK FOR YOU? FUCK OFF!"
Sad to say but he's right. The risotto is packed up, they quietly disappears, we knew when we saw her, and the owner storms the restaurant suppressing his temper all the rest of the night...