malloryknoxx

Ugh. I woke up today (wayyyy to effin EARLY)....voice totally gone. Apparently what's left of that cold or whatever the hell this bug is has decided to settle in my throat.
I'm a Leo, for fuck's sake. Not being able to talk is agony

So anyway. I was just looking through some of the pics I took at the Bistro on my last night of work, and I realized that I accidentally got one of our all time most irritating customers in the background. She's this awful looking middle-aged woman who comes in about once a week with a different man every time...and she always manages to con them into paying the bill.
On the occasions she comes in alone, her bill is for shit and she tips less than 5%. She's uber high maintenance - always complaining, snaps her fingers at her server when she wants something (usually about every 5 minutes), has stolen the bottle of seasoned olive oil from the table more than once, acts like she's best buds with the owner (she isn't), and generally is a nightmare.

Everytime we see her coming, we servers dash for the hostess stand, each of us hoping like hell that we're not next up.
As I'm sure many of you guys know - assholes ike that can ruin your mood.

And I could write another book about the stupid questions I've gotten in my 11 years of working in restaurants.

Examples:
-Do you have water? ( I just HAD to answer "Nope. No water in the building. Sorry)
-How much chicken do you get in the roasted half chicken dinner? (uhhhh......)
-How is this fried chicken cooked? (Broiled. Definately Broiled.)
-So....this broiled chicken breast with a side of steamed broccoli...what does that mean? (Err....in the existential sense??)

Ok - I know a lot of you all have jobs that require you to bear the slings and arrows of the outrageous stupidity of the masses. I'd love to hear your stories