Mr. Fix-It

Every neighborhood has one, I’m sure just about every restaurant has one…a local handyman who comes by whenever he sees fit to work on “projects” for the restaurant. He’s not an employee, you don’t know exactly where he lives or if he has an actual job; he just floats in like an apparition freaks out your customers and then leaves until the next time. We’ve got a guy like that, a toothless, bespectacled old codger who walks into the restaurant at least once a day to build something for us and then like clockwork he walks into the kitchen to request, er demand a burger, “with bleu cheese if ya have it!”
A few weeks ago, he rolled in during Sunday brunch, while we were slammed and proceeded to paw through the pastry basket with his dirty street fingers until he found the doughnut he was looking for. Then last weekend he came in and demanded I give him “four or five” slices of Prosciutto. I informed him that it was a busy service and that we were running low and I couldn’t just give him over an order of meat. He looks at me and says, “well how about I ask this guy?” This guy being our assistant manager. I told him he could ask, but the answer would be the same.
So that’s that, what can you do. Mr. Fix It’s always going to stop by, he’s always going to demand food and skeeve people out; but where else are you going to find someone to build you cabinet to hold menu’s for like $30 bucks…?