there’s a difference between “lazy” and “i don’t want to fucking do that shit”
You’re lonely? I don’t care.
There was a dude who came in and sat down at the bar by himself the other night. Whatever - people do it all the time.
I gave him a menu and took his order… but he ordered everything really slowly and never broke eye contact. Like a fucking weirdo. It was like he was waiting for me to comment on everything he said. Which I was not about to do.
He also ordered a mojito and a mai tai like a fucking fruitcake.
I can’t remember how it came up - maybe I was clearing his 2nd appetizer up - but he essentially stopped me from what I was doing to say “So tell me about yourself. Whats your story?”
WORST QUESTION YOU COULD PROBABLY EVER ASK ME.
I said… “…uh well what do you want to know?”
He responds with “I don’t know. You’re the bartender. You need to socialize with me.”
Excuse me? First of all - my life story and the details of my being are none of your fucking business. My life doesn’t become your business just because I’m serving you dinner. Also - shocker - I don’t have time to just drop the 18 things I’m doing and talk nonsense with a fucking weird stranger. You’re not the only person at the bar and even if you were - I make drinks for the whole restaurant too.
I was just taken aback really. I spit some stupid facts about where I’m from and where I went to school and shit and then I walked off. I had like 8 service bar tickets to make.
A little while later, I noticed he was done with everything so I asked him if he wanted anything else. And he says, “Well I can wait for the check a little while longer, if you come back and talk more.”
Are you a fucking serial killer? Are you that pathetic that you’re going to basically FORCE me to communicate with you? The whole time I was doing other things, he was watching me by the way. Like he was ready to wear my skin as a coat or something.
I told my manager to watch the bar and “went to the bathroom” for about 15 minutes. Fuck that guy.
Again - just to reiterate - I enjoy talking to my customers. But if I’m busy, then tough shit for you. Don’t fucking tell me that I have to talk to you like its some kind of threat. And don’t come sit at my bar if you need attention that badly. Save yourself a trip and call a fucking phone sex line.
why test on animals when there r people who r rude to waiters
When you ask for “light on the coke, heavy on the rum” or for me to “make it strong,” I will always ask if you want a double. And I will charge you for a double. You don’t just get more alcohol because you asked for it. That’s not how these things work. If that’s the guise under which we are operating, can you just leave me a strong tip? Light on the coke. Thanks.