- Miss Tattoo
- 8 years ago
- Wedding: September 2012
If you didn’t know, I picked up the third (serving) job. I plan to quit the lab (second job) at the end of next month since Mr. Tattoo finally found a job.
Let me tell you about the type of people who come out to eat.
-People who don’t know that 15% tip is standard. I hate you assholes. Go to McDonalds.
-People who think the servers are babysitters and entertainers for their children. Yeah, next time your child is going to get burned by coffee because you are just letting him run around the place while you stuff your face and ignore him.
-Those same people who let their children destroy the table by ripping up sugar packets, spilling water, drawing on tables (after we provide freaking activity sheets for the brats), throwing food on the floor, AND NOT TIP! I will remember your face the next time you are here.
-And those trying to get a free meal.
Last weekend I had the pleasure of serving two women that requested to sit at a 7 person booth in my section. Thanks for taking up that table assholes. So I greet them, smile, laugh at their dumb jokes, bring them their drinks, take their order, refilled their drinks every 2 seconds because they were sucking down the Pepsi like it was going out of style, and keeping their table clear. (They ordered the salad bar with their main entree)
So their food comes up and I inspect it to make sure all of the special requests are there. Extra this, no this, some of that on the side, cooked this way, add this, etc. I make sure no food is dripping on the side, no sauce is out of place, blah blah blah. I take it out to them and they start to inhale the food. So I go to take care of my other tables and continue to wait on them. Everyone is happy and I go to the back to see if anyone else needs help. I go back to the lovely table that has me running my ass off and ask if they would like desert. They say no and I drop the check off and tell them thank you and to have a good night. I finish up all my other tables and go to the back.
Another server comes back and says, “Oh hey Miss Tattoo. I think table 65 wants something. They look like they want desert or something.” O_O They just told me they don’t want anything. So instead of rushing to them, I took a cart out to do fills and they flagged me down. So I walk up to them and ask what they needed. They say, “Oh…there is a hair in this…” and they point to the appetizer that they ordered for dinner. A long freaking piece of blonde hair is sticking out of the food and hanging from the plate. I gave them this O_O look and wanted to say, “You mutha fuckers. THAT is your hair. I wouldn’t have brought your food out with a fucking wad of blonde hair hanging off the side of your plate. PLUS, no one working RIGHT NOW has blonde hair. All of the kitchen staff are bald and still wear nets and all the servers working tonight have dark hair. Oh…but look at that! YOU two have blonde hair! What are the fucking chances!?” Of course…I did not say this, but went to alert a manager and told her what I thought.
So she comps the appetizer and the bitch has the nerve to ask why she won’t comp the whole meal. O_O
So after all that was said and done, those bitches didn’t even tip me! Ugh! I will remember their faces and will take photos of their food before it goes out just in case they try to pull that shit again.
Why are people so crazy!?
Thanks for the vent! Whew! I feel better!