Mr. Johnson vs. Grover
I did my own spin on grover's waiter sketches in my piece of fanfiction "The Meeting of The Storytellers." Notice how Grover shifts the blame to his customer for his mistakes and then how he gets the Storytellers' orders right.
The two continued until they came to Charlie’s Greek Restaurant in the lobby of the hotel Graea.
“Isn’t this where my cousin is staying?" said John
“That’s correct," said Sarah, “He will be meeting us for lunch. Would you mind getting us a table while I go over to the front desk and have the manager call his room.”
John went into the restaurant and found a table next to a short round-headed blue gentleman with beady eyes.
In a few minutes Sarah and Jacob came in.
“John," said Jacob.
“Jacob," said John.
“I see you still have the same dog, you left Germany with.” said Jacob
“So do you," said John as the two canines greeted each other similarly to the way the two storytellers did.
“I see you found a good table," said Sarah, “Are you ready to order?"
“Yes, are you?" said John.
“Yes," said Sarah, “I’ve been here before.”
“So am I," said Jacob, “While I was trapped in the labyrinth, all my meals came from here.”
“Then, let’s get us a waiter.” said Sarah.
The three relatives called for a waiter in unison and soon a cute hirsute blue waiter appeared.
“Welcome to Charlie’s Restaurant, I am Grover and I will be your waiter this afternoon," he said.
“And my name is Jacob Schmidt, and I will be your customer this afternoon.” said Jacob.
“Jacob Schmidt," said Grover, “so you are the one who was banished to the labyrinth in Crete by King Heimer Schmidt.”
“Yes, and this is my cousin John from America.” said Jacob.
“Yes, John the son of your uncle Jingle," said Grover.
“And I am --” Sarah began
“Wait, don’t tell me, Sarah, daughter of Olga, half-sister to Jacob, recently freed from the island of Lesbos” said Grover.
“Amazing," said the blue guy at the next table you can get all those names right, but you can never get my order right!"
“Maybe, it’s because you make them so complicated," said Grover.
“What’s so complicated about a spam sandwich," said Fat Blue Johnson.
“And that is what you have, a Spa’am sandwich.” said Grover.
“What I have is a live boar between two pieces of bread," said Fat Blue.
“I am the great pirate Spa’am," said the boar.
“No you are not, you are a boar.” said Fat Blue.
“No, it is you who are a boor," said the tusked pig.
“This whole thing is becoming a bore, I’m leaving," said Fat Blue, and got up from his seat.
“Well, that was odd," said Grover, he turned to the other table, “and what will you people be having?"
“I’ll have the stuffed grape leaves and the souvlaki.” said Sarah.
“And I’ll have the stuffed grape leaves and the Htapothi sti Skhara.” said Jacob.
“Aah, yes the grilled octopus," said Grover, translating.
“And I’ll have the stuffed grape leaves and the gyros," said John.
“Okay, so that’s three orders of grape leaves, one order of souvlaki, one order of grilled octopus and one order of gyros," said Grover.
“Correct," said the three diners.
“I will get them for you right away," said Grover. He went into the kitchen, “Hey Charlie, we got tris number mono’s a number duo, a number tris and a number tettara.”
A few minutes later Grover returned with the orders all filled correctly and the party of tris began to eat.