May 15, 2009

Conversations From Last Night.

So I work at one of those restaurants where people eat peanuts, and throw the shells on the ground. I know, its fantastic, but people really abuse this privileged. I mean, just cause you can toss your shells on the ground, doesn't mean you can throw all kinds of shit on the ground to. I don't like to be on my hands and knees under your table picking up sugar packets, straws, napkins, etc after you leave.

I’m talking grown adults just dumping their crap all over the floor. Its trashy. But nothing beats last night.

I bring out all the food for my table, and start handing it out. When teen patron #1 says: “What is this shit?” Pointing at the Sour Cream on her baked potato

G.H: “Thats sour cream”

Patron #1: “I didn't order this shit on my baked potato”

G.H: “I’m sorry miss, the baked potato’s always come with butter and sour cream. If you’d like I can bring you a new one without sour cream?”

Patron #1: “No, don't worry about it, I’ll take care of it.”

I say ok, and as I turn to leave I notice out of the corner of my eye, she holds her potato over the edge of the table, and flicks the ball of sour cream onto the ground. I mean, she really punted that thing, and it splatted all over the floor.

I turned back and looked at her, rolled my eyes, and walked away.

The absolute nerve of some people. How could she even think that her actions would be acceptable? People never ceases to amaze me.


Anonymous said...

People are fucking psychos. At the department store I work in some lady thought it'd be okay to let her small child wander around and (so it seems anyway) ignore when he said he had to go to the bathroom. Well guess what? We wound up with three fun little piles of his poo on the carpeting nonetheless. And did she do anything? Special.

Anonymous said...

GH: Love reading your blog, and this entry made me chuckle.

I've tended bar before; but have never been a waiter for exactly this kind of thing.

I would have grabbed that little bastard around the collar, snatched her from her seat and made her eat the damn sour cream off the floor - thus ending my one day as a waiter.

And probably ending my day job as a minister to boot!