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Shout out to the man who rubbed coleslaw on his body.
Shirt came off, coleslaw went on. Need I say more?
This still doesn’t make any sense to me: A family came in and explained that they were all keto. I adjusted their meals accordingly, like the good waitress I am, and they were happy with their low-carb, low-sugar dinners. When I went to give them the bill though, they explained that they wanted dessert. There are probably 100 grams of sugar in a slice of banana cream, def not keto-approved, but apparently still "works for the plan.”
Picture this: this older couple comes in and immediately the man pulls me aside asking if we had a private booth for him to “go crazy” on his girlfriend. After reminding him that: a) we are in public, and b) this is a family restaurant, he pushed his girlfriend into a booth and sucked her face.
I know I should take this as a compliment, but c’mon. I was chatting to a middle aged woman about her kids, she asked if I had any of my own. I told her no, she laughed, and said that it was obvious because my “t*ts were still nice and perky.” She then went on to explain how much damage her children did to her body. She was very descriptive.
This happens so often it’s actually annoying. People don’t seem to look at the location that they are ordering from and then over an hour later call us to inform us that they are six hours away and not coming to get their food. I get it, but it’s a waste of our time and food. This one lady called to somehow blame it on us, insisting that she should be given a store credit for the inconvenience. I’m sorry ma’am, this was your fault? Why should we be paying you?
Around the holidays, we got a frantic phone call from a lady who said that she just cooked a turkey and she ruined the gravy. She explained that she needed to buy a restaurant-sized bucket of gravy to save her dinner. We don’t have buckets to sell, so we ended up filling about a dozen take-out coffee cups with gravy. I have never seen someone so thankful to be spending $50 on gravy.
I served this old lady – like an old, old lady — who would often forget where she was and got confused in public situations. She was a regular, so I always made sure to be extra patient with her and bring her everything that she likes (even if she couldn’t remember what she likes). But one day, I saw her eating a napkin. She inhaled the entire thing before her husband stopped her, but it was too late. This 100 year old puked everywhere – all over herself, all over the floor, the table, everywhere and refused to clean it up.
My coworker served this old man who looked to be about 90. He just looked like a typical senior, nothing special about him, until he asked his waitress if she would like him to "eat her p*ssy." He was so nonchalant about it, it was like he was asking for more coffee or an extra napkin. He came in every Wednesday for a few months hoping she would change her mind. He died last year and was never granted his last dying wish.
A couple of weeks ago, a customer informed our manager that someone had taken it upon themselves to take a giant poop in our parking lot. Yup, right there in open daylight for all to see. A real warm welcome. When one of our staff went out to clean it up, he excitedly told me that it looked like a curled-up snake piled into a neat little spiral – an image I can’t unsee.
This was no accident either. A boy who was about 8 or 9 was having lunch with his parents. About halfway through the meal he stood up out of the booth, pulled down his pants, and peed against the table. His mom said that he often did this – just a “silly habit.” And no, she did not offer to clean it up, and she definitely didn’t tip.