Dear Ruby Tuesday customers
I am your hostess, I'm not your server, manager or salad bar restock person...nor do I care where you sit. Please tell me how many are in your party, that includes children and babies. Don't tell me you have two when you have two and a baby carrier. IT DOES MATTER WHEN I'M TRYING TO SEAT YOU. Don't tell me you want first available and then when you are sat in a smoking section change your mind. You should tell me if you need highchairs, boasters, or kids menus. I don't know shit, you have to tell me so I can get your asses in the door and to your food. Its not my fault if you have a party of 16 and have to wait 2 hours for a table on a Sat. night, bring 4 people and we can cut it down for you. Don't ever fucking tell me you have 10 in your party and you come in with 12...where the fuck am I going to put in you, in your friend's lap?
I'm not your server, I give you menus, I don't know which server you are going to have but you are going to have to just wait and see. I don't take your drink orders, unless your server can't make it in time. When I tell you your server will be right with you, don't tell me you want a sweet tea, and vodka tonic and you and your wife are having the salad bar. I'M NOT YOUR SERVER!!!
I'm not the manager or cash register, I don't have the authority to get you your ticket or pay for your shit. Its a host stand, I have a grease pen, floor chart, menus and silverware...that's it. I don't have one, and if you could see that you wouldn't come to me and say, I'd like to pay here please. I don't do togo orders, that is not my job, what part of go to bartender, they will be able to help you don't you understand. Its not my fault the flowers aren't watered outside or that this party of 2 went before your party of 20...you have 20 people...you can wait and your screaming kids better keep it down outside because the last thing I want is an old lady coming in and saying the kids are too loud. You have a mouth and opinion, you tell the brat to shut up and sit down.
Ok I may stand next to the salad bar but its not my job, I don't handle food, I'm not paid to bring out bacon and cheese. I will let someone know and if I can I will help you just don't fucking come to me and yell, you guys are out of ranch dressing, its not my fault you need 10 scoops of dressing for a 6 inch salad, less is more...guh.
I will help take plates and get your server, the problem is that if there are 2 servers per section then you are going to have to give me a name, I'm not fucking psychic, I don't know if your had the chicken or the steak, so when I auction off the food its because I SAT YOU, I DIDN'T TAKE YOUR ORDER.
So here are some words of advice when going to a restaurant, don't be an ass to anyone, especially if you want a good seat, and hot food. Ya know a little cheerfulness to some extent will make the dinning experience for everyone that much better.
P.S. - I will have more eventually.