The Foul Five-some
This is one of those memories that will stick with me for a while... just because of the sheer rudeness...
LAST SUMMER
I'm a good waitress, sometimes a great one. I know what I'm doing, and my goal is to make your dining experience as close to perfect as I can... not for you, but for me. The happier you are, the more tip you leave me, the happier I am. It's a wonderful chain.
I was working the closing shift last summer on a Saturday night (we closed at Midnight). The shift had been chaotic and busy but overall, good.
The place is pretty much dead after 10:30... a table here and there, nothing serious.
It's 11:50.
So of course THAT table comes in. (For you servers, you know THAT table, it's the one that comes in a few minutes before closing and is obnoxious and needy and loud. I hate THAT table.)
THAT table happens to be a 5 top of larger people. That's cool, I only have a two top still hanging about, but they're good to go. I can pretty much focus all my attention on giving THAT table some quality lovin.
I great the table with the normal friendly, "Hi, my name's blah and I'll be taking care of you folks this evening... blah blah blah."
Of course nobody really pays attention, and I'm used to that. I go on to ask about what they want to drink. This is the cue to acknowledge I'm here... but no...
It's so annoying to stand at a table anticipating some sort of response while they just ignore you. I finally get the drink orders (after at least 3 modifications when they hear something that sounds more appealing than what they initially order...)
After getting the bevs (side notes: all of them were flavored lemonaids... the most evil drink ever... we have to make them ourselves which isn't so terrible... but we give free refills, which is idiotic because people chug them down like they're in the Sahara... resulting in a minimum of 5 refills per guest...)
I'm able to get their dinner orders with only minor difficulty (lots of extra sour creams or butters or whatever). They all order the most expensive entrees we have, with salads.
Everything is smooth. Refills keep coming. Food comes out perfect. Extras come out with the food. Extra extras come out. Everyone's happy.
Bill time. Of course it's separate checks. That's fine. Of course they all pay in cash. Ugh. And they all want change. Even worse.
Their total bill was around $100 dollars. I'm thinking I might manager to scavenge up a descent tip, until they all want change.
Unfortunately I can't even find out because they won't leave. I've got campers and it's after one by now. Don't you people have somewhere else to be? Somewhere fun? LEAVE.
I use the time to finesh closing up the back and check all the sections... and keep the refills up. Finally they leave.
I go to the table to check out the damage. It's a $100 tab, I should be getting at LEAST %10... (should be getting 15-20%...).
There it is. A pile of change.
A $1.25 pile of change.
I'm so pissed. These fuckers left me 1.25 on 100. I don't even want it the pity money, I actually gave it to another server.
Fuck those bastards.
If you're going to come in 10 minutes before closing, run me all over, then camp in my section, then leave me some descent money.
Motherfuckers...
LAST SUMMER
I'm a good waitress, sometimes a great one. I know what I'm doing, and my goal is to make your dining experience as close to perfect as I can... not for you, but for me. The happier you are, the more tip you leave me, the happier I am. It's a wonderful chain.
I was working the closing shift last summer on a Saturday night (we closed at Midnight). The shift had been chaotic and busy but overall, good.
The place is pretty much dead after 10:30... a table here and there, nothing serious.
It's 11:50.
So of course THAT table comes in. (For you servers, you know THAT table, it's the one that comes in a few minutes before closing and is obnoxious and needy and loud. I hate THAT table.)
THAT table happens to be a 5 top of larger people. That's cool, I only have a two top still hanging about, but they're good to go. I can pretty much focus all my attention on giving THAT table some quality lovin.
I great the table with the normal friendly, "Hi, my name's blah and I'll be taking care of you folks this evening... blah blah blah."
Of course nobody really pays attention, and I'm used to that. I go on to ask about what they want to drink. This is the cue to acknowledge I'm here... but no...
It's so annoying to stand at a table anticipating some sort of response while they just ignore you. I finally get the drink orders (after at least 3 modifications when they hear something that sounds more appealing than what they initially order...)
After getting the bevs (side notes: all of them were flavored lemonaids... the most evil drink ever... we have to make them ourselves which isn't so terrible... but we give free refills, which is idiotic because people chug them down like they're in the Sahara... resulting in a minimum of 5 refills per guest...)
I'm able to get their dinner orders with only minor difficulty (lots of extra sour creams or butters or whatever). They all order the most expensive entrees we have, with salads.
Everything is smooth. Refills keep coming. Food comes out perfect. Extras come out with the food. Extra extras come out. Everyone's happy.
Bill time. Of course it's separate checks. That's fine. Of course they all pay in cash. Ugh. And they all want change. Even worse.
Their total bill was around $100 dollars. I'm thinking I might manager to scavenge up a descent tip, until they all want change.
Unfortunately I can't even find out because they won't leave. I've got campers and it's after one by now. Don't you people have somewhere else to be? Somewhere fun? LEAVE.
I use the time to finesh closing up the back and check all the sections... and keep the refills up. Finally they leave.
I go to the table to check out the damage. It's a $100 tab, I should be getting at LEAST %10... (should be getting 15-20%...).
There it is. A pile of change.
A $1.25 pile of change.
I'm so pissed. These fuckers left me 1.25 on 100. I don't even want it the pity money, I actually gave it to another server.
Fuck those bastards.
If you're going to come in 10 minutes before closing, run me all over, then camp in my section, then leave me some descent money.
Motherfuckers...
posted by Suzy at
1:25 AM
1 Comments:
Hi there- good story- I've had THAT table at least 20 times in my career, and I hated THAT table every time.
Instead of giving that $1.25 to a coworker, I recommend going to the nearest Casino and tossing it in the slot machines. You never know- they may end up tipping you a lot more than you thought. Just food for thought....
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