Now these are the worst customers.
By which, to explain briefly, all the customers are his friends. But some are old friends, long standing, they have connections outside of the restaurant. And the closer they are, the closer they imagine they are, the worse they are as customers.
Older, middle aged men, between 55 and 60 years old. Single, divorced perhaps once or twice. They walk into the restaurant, don't speak to me or G or the bosses' nephew, they demand the boss, want to know if he's in (he's always in if we're open), help themselves to a table, stay late, too late, presume upon his hospitality, and even more amusing...
...as long as you're not a waitress....
....is the scene where the owner introduces them to the new waitress(es), offers them the chance to "date" them - (he would, only he's married), and then the waitress is left to fend for herself...
and the friends, they never get this skit, coming in again and again to try their luck with a girl (or girls) 30, 35 years their junior, promising them great jobs and houses and spending allowances if only they'd.....
It's slimy and appalling and a little like watching a train wreck. Nonetheless, for all of their money most of these men aren't especially socially skilled and come back again and again, ostensibly to visit the owner but really to check on the new prospects the owner has (laughingly) lined up for them. It's sad. They stay late, waiting for the waitress to get off work, tip badly, are rude to staff (the staff they're not interested in). They are the worst customers.