Years ago I ran the line at a restaurant in a truly uscale suburban environment...they'd hire these high school hostesses based purely, of course, on their looks...at several ltimes during service the new hostesses were required to pick up the dupes (tickets) from the kitchen and count look at the kithchen copy vs. the server copy...we were serving a lot of trout at the time and many many of our wealthy customeres hadn't the slightest desire to see the cooked fish head, so we would slide them onto the ticket spindle under previously spiked tickets...it was alway a souirce of delight for my greay sweaty line crew to hear the disgusted and shocked "eeeeeewwww" that came from the room next door where our little suburban cutie had encountered her first trout head...I will omit the name we had for this...
