Today I had a classy group of people who were suspiscious from the get go, lots of questions about prices always a dead giveaway for the cheapasses. I brought their food out and checked back a few minutes later and they all seemed to be enjoying the dishes. After they had almost finished their meals I went up to the table to see if they needed boxes. As soon as I approched, the head cheapass alerted me to the fact he had found metal in his pasta. I immediately took the plate apologized and brought the dish back to be inspected by the head chef. As I walked back I noticed the “metal” in the pasta was the crumpled up butter wrappers, it all makes sense now. I alerted my manager about this complication and he proceeded to talk to the table. The cheapass has a tricky way of not backing down, he will insist on getting everything taken care of. These particular cheapasses were lucky, I worked for a ridiculously corporate restaurant that would take care of any guest complaint and offer them dessert on the way out. That stings!!!!!!!!
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