This takes me back to my high school and college days when I worked in restaraunts. I hated waiting and bussing because I couldn't stand dealing with rude tourists. I worked with some real characters back then.
I worked one night and we had a huge group of Saudis come in one night, probably 20 people, we had to put tables together to seat them all. The women and kids left and the men all stayed there for a couple of hours talking and drinking coffee. They were making disgusting gross sexist jokes with us the whole time, but we were on our best server behavior because we knew we were going to get a good tip from a table of 20 people. They left us a $1 ti on. $500 bill.
Ugh. Those moments made me wish hateful things on people, like intractable diarrhea or an IRS audit or a leaf blowing contest outside their vacation rental.
I was a waitress in college and this made me laugh out loud. I think the worst customers for me were the leering men coming on to me and the people that you knew didn’t want to tip and were just hoping to give you demerits and find a reason to get your tip to zero.
Happy to have provided some laughs. never had men leering at me (that I recall) but I had plenty of critics looking for any reason to justify their misery. Nothing teaches you human nature — the good, bad, and in between — like waiting tables. Thanks so much for reading!
Thanks for reading, Katerina. And thanks for the feedback. It lights me up to know that I’ve made you smile. If I have anything to say about it, in the next year, those muscles that make you smile will be the equivalent of a Brad Pitt six-pack. Which seems a little weird now that I’ve typed it out. I mean, a six-pack flanking your pearly whites? But, ya know, what the hell? Thanks again for reading. Nothing but grateful. 😉
Somehow I escaped ever having to work in a restaurant. and despite your recommendation I must say that your escapades do not entice me to give it a try, ha ha. But this sure made for a damn good story. Super fun. Somewhere, Anthony Bourdain, rest, his soul, it’s nodding in appreciative spirit.
This takes me back to my high school and college days when I worked in restaraunts. I hated waiting and bussing because I couldn't stand dealing with rude tourists. I worked with some real characters back then.
Any specific rude moments stick out in your memory?
I worked one night and we had a huge group of Saudis come in one night, probably 20 people, we had to put tables together to seat them all. The women and kids left and the men all stayed there for a couple of hours talking and drinking coffee. They were making disgusting gross sexist jokes with us the whole time, but we were on our best server behavior because we knew we were going to get a good tip from a table of 20 people. They left us a $1 ti on. $500 bill.
Ugh. Those moments made me wish hateful things on people, like intractable diarrhea or an IRS audit or a leaf blowing contest outside their vacation rental.
I was a waitress in college and this made me laugh out loud. I think the worst customers for me were the leering men coming on to me and the people that you knew didn’t want to tip and were just hoping to give you demerits and find a reason to get your tip to zero.
Happy to have provided some laughs. never had men leering at me (that I recall) but I had plenty of critics looking for any reason to justify their misery. Nothing teaches you human nature — the good, bad, and in between — like waiting tables. Thanks so much for reading!
Thank you Norman, your articles make me smile.
i look forward to the next.
Thanks for reading, Katerina. And thanks for the feedback. It lights me up to know that I’ve made you smile. If I have anything to say about it, in the next year, those muscles that make you smile will be the equivalent of a Brad Pitt six-pack. Which seems a little weird now that I’ve typed it out. I mean, a six-pack flanking your pearly whites? But, ya know, what the hell? Thanks again for reading. Nothing but grateful. 😉
Loved this one too!🤣
I hope it didn’t trigger any nightmares about waiting tables in the nude. ;)
I hate pigeons. Almost as much as crows. Crows and pigeons serve no purpose but to piss off humans. They are good at their job
Pissing off humans isn’t the worst purpose you can have. That said, I hate pigeons too. We should start a club.
Somehow I escaped ever having to work in a restaurant. and despite your recommendation I must say that your escapades do not entice me to give it a try, ha ha. But this sure made for a damn good story. Super fun. Somewhere, Anthony Bourdain, rest, his soul, it’s nodding in appreciative spirit.
Bourdain! I’ll take that compliment.😁 And, yes, rest his soul. 🙏🏼
I don't understand this one, can someone help me?