
Part II of my restaurant employee, pet peeve, bitch fest!!! I don't know about you, but I'm excited. It feels great getting this off my chest. At this point, this is just gonna have to be a running list. Just when I think I've seen it all, another asshole gets sat at my table/sits at my bar. Besides, I just like complaining in general. No one likes a complainer in person. I feel less bad complaining on my blog because it's my blog and I can say whatever I want! Let the bitching commence and for the love of God, stop doing that!!
12.) "Hi, my name is Haley. I'll be your server tonight. How are you doi.."
"Ya, um can I get a bud light draft?" Manners, Asswipe. Let me finish my sentence. Now I'm not telling you the specials, so put that in your pipe and smoke it!
13.) Do you reeeaallllyyy need something each and every single time I pass the table? Can't just ask for it all at once, maybe think it through a little more? I'm pretty sure Princess Diana wasn't that high maintenance.
14.) I will take an actual cash tip over a verbal tip any day. Call me crazy. Don't tell me how great I am and how wonderful everything is and then leave me $10 on a $100 tab. Your words are nice and all but I can't take them to the bank.
15.) Please do not start off a sentence with, "I don't mean to take this out on you but..." and then continue to take it out on me with a couple swears in there at that. The nerve! I'm sorry you have had a few bad experiences here in the past but they certainly have not been with me because I've never seen you before in my life so if you could stop being a miserable bitch to me, that'd be great. I'd be willing to bet no one speaks to you like the way you just spoke to me at your job. Please know that it has taken every ounce of energy to restrain myself from flipping the fuck out on you right back. You should commend me. And hey, how about you stop coming here if you hate it so much? Just a thought.
16.) My favorite is when I am carrying three heavy, hot plates all at once and I attempt to put them down on the table and no one moves their shit out of the way. Then there are the seven awkward seconds when I'm just standing there, burning the skin off my arm until finally, a retard gets a whiff of burning flesh and realizes that they actually have to make room for me since my hands are full. I can just drop it on your lap instead. That looks like a good spot to me.
17.) On a Friday or Saturday night when it's packed, EXCUSE ME!=MOVE! I've actually just started kicking people's legs.
18.) The whole fighting over the bill thing is cute and all but don't do it in front of me and throw a bunch of credit cards at me. "No, take my credit card!" "No, take mine!" I don't know which fuckin' credit card to take! You're making this weird.
19.) This one is more bartending related but I gotta say it. I just listened to you for two plus hours talk about your life. More specifically, your fucking glory days on the Brockton High School Football Team. And I acted like I gave a shit! Leave me a good tip! Christ!
20.) Nah, you still can't have my number.
