Applebees, Century III.
Five friends in their early 20s are waiting for a table, debating going to the bar versus going to work the next day:

Guy: Ok, everyone be quiet; I’m calling work.
[Guy dials his cell phone.]
Guy: Hi, I’m not going to be able to come in to work tomorrow—
Hostess, suddenly over the loudspeaker: CINDY, PARTY OF 2, YOUR TABLE IS READY.
[Friends struggle to contain their laughter.]
Guy: …Yes, I’m out of town with family.

— Overheard by clnclarinet.