true story.
So I worked for 5 hours tonight, and during this time had one table who gave me no tip whatsoever because I supposedly gave them "the worst service they've ever had, even in Tennesee." Mind you, these 2 were wearing the same clothes they wore the night before, ignored me everytime I tried talking to them, and raised their hands everytime they needed something. When they first walked in, the other waiter & I fought over who would get them tonight, & they are old friends of my manager, and she was even hiding from them. And after they told my manager that I was the worst waitress of all time, everyone was hoping that maybe they wouldn't come in anymore. And the worst part is, I gave them good service. Whatev, fuck them.
And Part 2 of my I hate people story: I wait on a table of 4 women who order an appetizer, a couple drinks, and their own meals. Their bill came up to about $50, and I took it over to them. They left the money on the table, thanked me for being a great waitress, ha, and left. I still had like 6 other tables so I didn't get a chance to pick up their check/tip, but when I went to print up my report at the end of the night, the computer said I still had an open check. Guess what? No money to be found. Funny thing is, the same exact thing happened to another waiter about 2 hours before that, and both the tables had been cleared by the busboys. So out of the 80$ I made tonight, I had to give back 50 of it to cover the asshole who stole my fucking money. If I find out who stole it I'm gonna raise hell.
@^$&#%%*(#*&*#%^&*#%@!)()!_$#
And Part 2 of my I hate people story: I wait on a table of 4 women who order an appetizer, a couple drinks, and their own meals. Their bill came up to about $50, and I took it over to them. They left the money on the table, thanked me for being a great waitress, ha, and left. I still had like 6 other tables so I didn't get a chance to pick up their check/tip, but when I went to print up my report at the end of the night, the computer said I still had an open check. Guess what? No money to be found. Funny thing is, the same exact thing happened to another waiter about 2 hours before that, and both the tables had been cleared by the busboys. So out of the 80$ I made tonight, I had to give back 50 of it to cover the asshole who stole my fucking money. If I find out who stole it I'm gonna raise hell.
@^$&#%%*(#*&*#%^&*#%@!)()!_$#