>go serve a Gen Z table
>four of them, all glued to their phones
>say "good evening"
>they look up in perfect unison
>blank stares, eyes like dead fish
>awkward pause
>"Can I take your order?"
>they don't respond
>just slowly turn to look at each other
>one smirks
>another stifles a laugh
>they start giggling like they know something I don't
>brain instantly runs through every possible thing on my face or clothes
>no ketchup stains, no zipper down, no spinach in teeth
>feels like I just walked into the setup of some TikTok prank
>waiting for someone to pop out with a phone and go "yo we got him"
>nobody does
>still laughing
>finally one says "we're not ready yet" like it's the funniest sentence ever spoken
>walk away feeling like I just lost a game I didn't know I was playing
What's their fucking problem?