BOO-FUCKING-HOO! POOR DARLINGS! THEIR LIVES ARE RUINED NOW!

STOP TELLING ME THAT MY DECISIONS ARE WRONG!

Oh no, he didn’t get a free meal. Our bistro works on order and pay then receive meal system. Essentially he paid $6 to verbally abuse and threaten me.

Or if there’s a sign saying “bistro closed Saturday” they still stand there confused then come out from the dark, staff-less restaurant section into the public bar and ask if the bistro is open on Saturdays.
ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKERS. CAN YOU READ IT?

I had an Aboriginal gentleman come in one night, but before you say “oh tsterrible, you don’t have to define race,” just hang on a sec.
He ordered his meal and sat at the table directly in line with the register. He got his plate of fries and gravy and seemed to be enjoying it. Next thing I know he’s lifting the edge of the plate up and dropping it down onto the table, seemingly trying to get my attention. I gave in and asked him if everything was ok, his reply was to ask me
“What are you?”
“Sorry, sir?”
“I said, what are you? Are you a fucking wog? Are you a Jew? Where are you from?”
“Urr.. I’m half Italian and half Australian.”
“YOU NOT FUCKING AUSTRALIAN YOU WHITE C**NT! YOU PEOPLE COME HERE AND STEAL OUR LAND AND CALL YOURSELF AUSTRALIAN, YOU NOTHING BUT WHITE SHIT! WE THE REAL AUSTRALIANS! I RECKON YOU SPAT IN MY FOOD, YOU FUCKING BITCH. JUST ‘COS MY COLOUR YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCK WITH ME! FUCK YOU!”
Needless to say he was “escorted” out fairly quickly. I have no idea where his little outburst even came from. He seemed happy enough when he walked in, it was a quiet night so he got his meal pretty darn quickly and despite it not being part of our job, I brought the drink he ordered to his table. I’m just glad I didn’t have my regular table with young kids come in that night.

I live in Australia, so tipping isn’t really part of the deal (higher minimum wage and all). Sure I’ll get a few extra cents if I’m working out in the public bar and the guys leave their 15c change behind but I’ve never gotten a tip working the bistro. I would have been fine if they’d made a better attempt at cleaning up their child’s putrid mess, seeing as both parental units were present. Alas, bogans (rednecks) are not known for their consideration towards others.

You forgot parents with no consideration for other diners who let their children run amok and scream in the restaurant. Also this gem from a customer who constantly leaves chewed up bits of food and baby wipes on the tables and floor
“Oh, my child vomited over there but I got some paper towels and cleaned most of it up for you.”
I got to the table and was greeted with the most vile stench you could imagine. Not only was the vomit all over the high chair their 2 year old was sitting in, but it was all over the floor and actual dining table. And the “cleaned most of it up” that the woman did for me was that she went and got a handfull of napkins and threw them in a pile on the highchair to soak up the vomit.

How do you pronounce f#@k?

EVERYTHING LOOKS UGLY!

Why do people think that the cookie bowls are made by just turning over their muffin trays? It’s clearly a specially made tray for making cookie bowls.