ATTENTION KATIE!
I apologize to you for anytime I laughed at you for getting hit on (I typoed "hot on" ^_^) at work by old men. I grovel accordingly.
I was working from 5pm to 2am on Sunday. The store closes at 1am, and it had been pretty dead from around 8pm on. Then, around 12:30 or so a guy in a uniform came in (I don't know what it was, but I guessed Naval) and ordered whatever, followed a few minutes later by by two older guys. So I took the older guys order and was nearly knocked over by the stench of alcohol. Anyway, their total was $17.76, and when saying it to them, I accidentally said $7.76. The taller of the two started to argue with me about the total when I corrected myself and said he wasn't going to pay the $17.76 because I had said $7.76.
Like, really. How stupid.
Then he asked the guy I was serving what he had heard me say (while I was trying to ask him if he needed a fork or anything else. I asked if he wanted ketchup three times), to which he replied he hadn't and looked very annoyed with them. Then the tall one said "Call the manager! Get him out of bed!" to which Catherine replied "I am the manager. She said $17.76."
Anyway, they paid the money and waited for it to come up. The shorter, uglier one then said to me "How would you like a ride home?"
Like it was fucking get in a car with them. RIIIGHT.
1) They'd been drinking.
2) They were old and ugly.
Anyway, his taller companion said to the shorter "She has probably had a hundred guys come in a say that to her." Then to me: "He is serious, y'know." Nervous laughter and a look shot at Catherine, but she hadn't heard.
Finally, their goddamned food was ready and then went and sat down, (because they were eating in. Sheesh.) but not before the shorted one said "Would you like to join us for some chicken?" (which would have been very flattering if he had not been old, ugly, and drunk.) I shook my head and said no, to which he asked would I like to have some fries (You think he would get the point with the first question and my obvious aversion to them.) which was also met with a no.
*shiver* They were creepy.
Anyway, I had to clean up because we had to close the store, which unfortunatly meant that I had to go near them. So I swept as quickly and I could, but was accosted by them once more. The taller asked if he could have more fries, and I said (quite testily; they obviously knew they could) that he could of was going to pay for them. The taller one then started to ramble incoherently on that "...if I....you work for me. So there."
Man. WTF.
Anyway, I got the fries (I refrained from spitting in them) and when I handed them to the short, ugly one he said, "Thanks waitress." I was like, "uh....riight."
What. A. Dick.
I started to mop the floor over by them (hoping against hope that one would slip and break something important), when the got up to go. I had to go unlock the door (it was passed 1am, and I had locked the door so that no one else would come in.) as they moved passed me the shorter, uglier one put a hand on my shoulder and shoved me (well, tried; it was a sad attempt due to the booze) towards his car while saying, "C'mon now. Let's go." I said no and slammed the door behind them.
I wanted to castrate them both. Honestly.
I was working from 5pm to 2am on Sunday. The store closes at 1am, and it had been pretty dead from around 8pm on. Then, around 12:30 or so a guy in a uniform came in (I don't know what it was, but I guessed Naval) and ordered whatever, followed a few minutes later by by two older guys. So I took the older guys order and was nearly knocked over by the stench of alcohol. Anyway, their total was $17.76, and when saying it to them, I accidentally said $7.76. The taller of the two started to argue with me about the total when I corrected myself and said he wasn't going to pay the $17.76 because I had said $7.76.
Like, really. How stupid.
Then he asked the guy I was serving what he had heard me say (while I was trying to ask him if he needed a fork or anything else. I asked if he wanted ketchup three times), to which he replied he hadn't and looked very annoyed with them. Then the tall one said "Call the manager! Get him out of bed!" to which Catherine replied "I am the manager. She said $17.76."
Anyway, they paid the money and waited for it to come up. The shorter, uglier one then said to me "How would you like a ride home?"
Like it was fucking get in a car with them. RIIIGHT.
1) They'd been drinking.
2) They were old and ugly.
Anyway, his taller companion said to the shorter "She has probably had a hundred guys come in a say that to her." Then to me: "He is serious, y'know." Nervous laughter and a look shot at Catherine, but she hadn't heard.
Finally, their goddamned food was ready and then went and sat down, (because they were eating in. Sheesh.) but not before the shorted one said "Would you like to join us for some chicken?" (which would have been very flattering if he had not been old, ugly, and drunk.) I shook my head and said no, to which he asked would I like to have some fries (You think he would get the point with the first question and my obvious aversion to them.) which was also met with a no.
*shiver* They were creepy.
Anyway, I had to clean up because we had to close the store, which unfortunatly meant that I had to go near them. So I swept as quickly and I could, but was accosted by them once more. The taller asked if he could have more fries, and I said (quite testily; they obviously knew they could) that he could of was going to pay for them. The taller one then started to ramble incoherently on that "...if I....you work for me. So there."
Man. WTF.
Anyway, I got the fries (I refrained from spitting in them) and when I handed them to the short, ugly one he said, "Thanks waitress." I was like, "uh....riight."
What. A. Dick.
I started to mop the floor over by them (hoping against hope that one would slip and break something important), when the got up to go. I had to go unlock the door (it was passed 1am, and I had locked the door so that no one else would come in.) as they moved passed me the shorter, uglier one put a hand on my shoulder and shoved me (well, tried; it was a sad attempt due to the booze) towards his car while saying, "C'mon now. Let's go." I said no and slammed the door behind them.
I wanted to castrate them both. Honestly.