When we got to Outback Steakhouse, it was packed. There was something like a 25 minute wait. But when you have your heart set on a cold, crisp salad…you wait. leave it to Pippi to police the hostesses on every name they call. She watched our name move up the list one by one, and reported back to us regularly on the progress. I would have pulled her back, but the hostesses were amazed at her tenacity…and actually found her adorable. Like the time they were trying to find a person who hadn’t shown up after their beeper went off, and Pippi said, “Well…they missed their turn. Who is next?” They were all cracking up. Finally, we made it to the top of the list, and Pippi squealed with delight when our buzzer buzzed. And the best part — when the real hostess let the protege walk with the kid’s menus to pass out! The rest of the night, as any of the real hostesses passed our table, they would all wave to Pippi..and then Pippi would give us the rundown on who the best of the best were.
Hostess Police
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