LAist's Solved Mysteries: Restaurant Pagers
It's a Friday night. (Or, it could be a Saturday night too. Or maybe even a Sunday night. Okay, it could be any night.)
Either way, you've shown up at a busy chain restaurant like Marmalade at the Grove, or Cheesecake at the Sherman Oaks Galleria or P.F. Changs down in Santa Monica. There's a queue for sitting down for dinner, and you've been handed one of those great little pager doohickeys. "Don't leave the building," they tell you. "This pager only goes about five feet from this here front podium."
Yes, and you believe them. Which, for god's sake, you shouldn't.