She messes up the orders

After Kennedy took their orders, the men waited patiently for their food. Soon enough, the pretty brunette returned with their food. As she set his plate in front of him, Lars frowned. Instead of French fries, there were onion rings. Now, Lars didn’t hate onion rings, in fact he quite enjoyed them, but it wasn’t what he had ordered.

“Excuse me, Kennedy,” he said. The waitress turned quickly to face him, her facing giving away some nervousness.

“Yes, sir?”

“I ordered French fries, and these seem to be onion rings.”

“O-o-oh s-s-sorry, sir,” she said, shaking slightly. “I’ll get that fixed for you right now.” She took the plate off the table and rushed back towards the kitchen.

The men watched her go. Then, David turned to Lars, “I can’t believe she screwed up something so simple. I hope they punish her for that.”

Lars nodded in agreement. It was unprofessional for waitresses to misremember customers’ orders. As he was pondering what Kennedy’s punishment could possibly be, she returned, followed by a middle-aged gentleman. Her face was red from tears, and her bottom half was now completely bare.

“Hello, sirs,” the man said. “I heard that Kennedy made a mistake on one of your orders. Who’s order was it?”

“It was mine,” replied Lars, raising his hand.

“Ah, okay. Then, let me be the one to apologize. My name is Lawrence. I am the manager of this restaurant. Your meal will be completely free this afternoon. The cost will come out of Kennedy’s next paycheck.”

“That is very kind of you,” Lars said, graciously.

“I would also like to invite you to punish Kennedy yourself in the Punishment Room.”

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“Very good. Then, follow me this way.”