Because the restaurant I work at has a salad bar, I have to deal with guests who freak out when they see the salad bar. They exclaim, "Ohhh look at that a salad bar!" and then they walk over to it and check it out/flirt with it while the children are near.
Usually, airhead fags hang around the salad bar exclaiming, "salad bar!" and hogging a restaurant booth talking about how to lose weight while their server overlooks them pondering how much time their wasting on these idiots.
Hostess: Oh jeez! *Rolls eyes*