creative_slacker

Warning this journal entry contains vile words!

Tonight I reached another low I hate waiting tables. I had customers swearing at me because: I didnt tell them theyd have to pay for a meal they didnt like. I dont know why I have to hold someones hand while they order. If it is written on the menu as 4 different types of goddamn glorious cheese, you, as a patron should not send a dish back because it is too cheesy!
Dude man flags me down and tells me I dont like my food.
Me: Mmmkay. Is there something wrong with it? Was it cooked wrong?
Fucker answers: No, nothings wrong. I just dont like it. Bring me what that guy is having.
I had boxed up the remains of his 4 cheese crabmeat au gratin, knowing this wasnt the end of the dialogue.
I bring ass munch his bill: What the fuck, why am I paying for this when I didnt eat it. Me: Well, you ordered it and then I brought you another dish.
I guess he thought it was Wal Mart where you can return anything if you dont like it. Whenever a dish is sent back because a guest doesnt like it, either the restaurant takes a loss or I do. I have had to pay for peoples food before, because they didnt take responsibility for their eating decisions. Read the fucking menu. I dont understand if you buy McNuggets and then decide they arent what you really wanted, do you demand your money back after eating two? Nothing was wrong with them, no beak attached, no accidental hair, no rat tail tough shit you suck up the expense and remind yourself not to eat it again. These people didnt they proceeded to argue with me, my manager, and my general manager for 30 minutes. They called me a fucking bitch and then tried not to pay the added 15% gratuity. I told them (suddenly the entire table was involved, not just me and the guy) that the tip was included because written on the menu if there is a party of 5 or more, the tip is included in the bill. I responded: If you dont pay it, I have a security guard with a badge up front that can talk to you.
Penis said: What the fuck is he going to do?
I guess the concept of arrest is difficult to understand when youre verbally bitch slapping your waitress.
The most annoying part is how friendly they were to me during the meal. They said I was doing a good job, I sang fucking happy birthday to their friend. Heck I didnt even scream about the fact they sat at the table without ordering for 20minutes because they lied to the hostess telling her it was a party for 9 but failed to mention that it was really 13 and four were late. I let it all slide until the end. I was still polite and calm. I went in the back and cried my face off. I cant deal with conflict over fucking food. Its just FOOD people, why on fucking earth do they treat servers like shit? When did I become the punching bag??? I make 2 fucking decimal point 13 an hour, two lousy dollars and thirteen cents! Sure I get tipped, but not when someone decides to stiff me.
Lesson number 1 15% for okay service 20% or more for excellence.
Lesson 2 read the menu
Lesson 3 I walk your plate to the table, I dont the food, nor can I read one's mind and tell them what they want to eat.
Lesson 4 I dont think I can do this anymore. I cant deal with people that refused to be reasoned with. I hate the public because it is so random when Im going to have understanding individuals and complete shitheads. Im going off to sit in the bathtub and cry.