My last table on a Thursday night, 10 people all paying together,
slightly redneckish, but overall I thought it was going to be a pretty
good table (thanks to added gratuity). My one mistake was that I
didn’t realize I was the main redneck’s bitch for the night and was
not bringing him his Bud Light fast enough.
He went to the bar and complained that I was no where to be seen (I
was literally ten feet away from him cleaning off another table). I
put on my best server smile and got through the rest of the dinner.
When I give them the bill, they are obviously displeased. They start
screaming, I get my manager, and they proceed to hurl racial insults
(she’s Asian, oh, and pregnant) against her.
At this point, I’m done with the rudeness, and yell, “Get the fuck
out of the restaurant.” More heated comments are exchanged but they
finally pay (but not the gratuity) and I have never seen them since.
If I do, my foot will be shoved so far up that man’s ass he will be
able to lick my toenails.
I am paid to be your server, not your servant.
- Katrina
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i totally understand where u are coming from. i once had a lady call me her servant. i was beyond irate, but in the corporate world, as we know, the customer’s always right. BULLSHIT and they know it, so take advantage. i manage a restaurant now, and unfortunately its a company that will do ANYTHING to make you happy and the angrier the customer is, the more free shit they’ll get. not to mention, most of these troublesome trash are usually 300+ lbs. UNACCEPTABLE!