"The Local Pub Is Haunted!" say my dumb ass friends

“Didn’t you hear?? We got a g-g-g-g-ghost, Locrian!” These are what my friends are all telling me this week. These are people who range from all backgrounds, 30-47 years old, some married, some divorced, some have kids…

Here’s their story: A few nights ago, a worker put in a food order from the touch screen system to the kitchen. It never went through for whatever reason. He fixed it with the chef and got the food.

At 5:15 am, well after they’re closed, the ticket finally prints in the kitchen. (The time stamp on the Kitchen order is 5:15 AM.) Same worker opens the next day, but the ticket isn’t in the machine where it usually prints… IT’S HANGING WHERE THE TICKETS ARE HUNG BY THE CHEF! No one has been there since 2:30 am!!

They’re also wondering why there’s NO CAMERA FOOTAGE at that time. They say, the ghost turned it off. That is until I pointed out that the cameras act when there is significant movement and a receipt being printed won’t trigger it.

“Well, then, Locrian,” they inquire, “how’d it get taken from the machine and go up to where the orders are, huh? HUH? Miguel said he didn’t put it up there. Devon said he didn’t–”

“They’re pulling your legs, guys. Besides, this ghost is pretty unlucky to be haunting a bar in a strip mall in general suburbia and not some cool place. Even though it was printed at 5:15 am, I doubt it was the ghost of John Entwistle from The Who.”

“No, they’re telling the truth.”

“Maybe they put it there and forgot they did it? Maybe someone else came in after you close?”

“Nope. We have a ghost. You–You’ve never seen one??”

“I saw about a hundred ghosts when I was six, then I turned seven and they seem to have disappeared,” I said smiling.

Then I’m hearing about EMF signals someone has from the kitchen and the bathroom on their smartphone EMF detector. :rolleyes: I had fun sending them some BS about how the bathroom tiles are really egyptian symbols used during funeral pyre ceremonies, some start taking notes.

I will have a lot of fun on Halloween with this bunch, I tell you.

That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you for the last ten minutes, right! Strange things keep happening in this house. Furniture keeps disappearing. Plates keep, like, moving about the place. The table is shrinking. And last night, I found my guitar on the fire. Do you know what all this means?

It means we’ve got a poltergoost!

Jimi Hendrix is living in your basement?

I miss Nigel Planer too. :slight_smile:

You’re in luck… I know just the guys you should call!
SDMB Ghostbusters!

Unfortunately, they’re in 1986 at the moment, but if you’re willing to wait a little while… :smiley:

Oh, I’ve heard of them. At least they can navigate through the SDMB. My own “Ghostbusters” probably think usernames mean real names and addresses. :smiley:

Well help me! A friend told me my house was haunted and my icemaker does appear to be demonically possessed.

Those upside down crosses on the ice cubes have me a bit concerned.

Jesus, you made me think that fine chap had passed away. Phew!

Just turn them round. Boom - holy water ice cubes.

Ghosts? Working OT and nor getting paid for it? Holy smoke, you’ve got trouble. I sure hope your bar paying the State and the Feds payroll tax on them… :wink:

[Chef Ramsey]

“Look, this food is utter crap. What’s this on this burger? Slime…?”
“You signature dish…your Haggis. Unpalatable, mate. Look, I’ve had good Haggis, and not only does it not taste like decomposing fingers, you shouldn’t find any anywhere inside the dish. No, not even at the bottom”
“This kitchen is a disorganized mess. You people move like you’re half dead and you’re letting down the staff. And another thing… How can you expect the waitresses get the food you’ve cooked to the tables if they Can’t Bloody See You!?”
“Don’t you disappear on me! Don’t you disappear on me! Typical, absolutely typical…”

[/Chef Ramsey]

No, but Buddy Holly was living in Mike The Coolperson’s bedroom.

Someone hanging the receipt in the chef’s area should trigger it though. So who ever did that will identifiable.

He got old. He looks more like an accountant than a hippie these days.

It’s haunted by a bad waitress?
Scary!