Are you in a family of assholes??
So- the other day, I was BY MYSELF at the restaurant, morning before T-Wolves v. Utah….and there were high school basketball playoffs in the arena.
I was pretty busy because we were missing a bartender, so me and a manager taking care of the whole place. During the rush a family comes in- 15 of them, at the same time. I struggled to get them a clean table (did I mention I was my own busser, host, and food-runner?) and get some menus. I had to cash out a few tables, and it took me a few minutes and I finally got to their table, explained the specials, and asked what drinks I can get them.
Teen Athelete #1: “Can we get some pitchers of water?”
Me: “Sorry my pitchers are dirty- *points to unclean table from previous teen atheletes with pitches on them* “Let me start you out with glasses of water.”
Teen Athelete #2: “Bring us all two then…”
30 glasses of water?! Are you insane?! I proceed to go get them 15 glasses of water and 3 diet cokes, there’s only ONE water spigot on the fountain so it’s one glass at a time to fill- YAY. I’m chatting with a co-worker Joe while getting the waters and lead bitch mom comes over-
Bitch Mom: “Excuse me, are you guys like, OPEN for BUSINESS??”
Me: “Yeah sorry I’m grabbing your waters but I can only get one at a time here, I’ll be right over.”
Bitch Mom: “Okay because you’re like talking and being slow and 8 of my team already left….”
Me: “I’m coming….”
Bitch Mom #2 comes over, “don’t fucking bother this is the worst service ever, you’re being lazy, so just forget it and tell your manager THANKS!”
Mind you, my manager’s at the bar watching quizzically.
Everyone gets up and leaves, and I comment “Well you didn’t exactly have a reservation and you sat down 4 minutes ago and I’m by myself here….but FINE!”
One teenager yells, “bitch!”
Nice family. They whined to my manager about how they shouldn’t need a reservation and they should have gotten their order taken faster and we should have pitchers of water and blah blah…..my manager rolled his eyes and walked away.
Don’t fucking come to my job and bitch about how you didn’t get a thousand pitchers of water. Bring your rude dumb family to McDonalds.
I made $170 that day from the nice families.
