It might just be who I am, but I honestly wish people would know how to order everything at once and take the damn seat we give them. This isn't really helped by how understaffed my restaurant has been lately. (Sorry if I'm basically repeating my older blogs).
First off was early last week. The lunch rush came in late, and I was getting swamped in drink orders. A table of seven orders seven waters. When I drop them down, the father of the table orders seven ginger ales and some tea. I was staring at him for a few seconds when another person asks for something.
"Do you have sweet chilli sauce?", she asks.
In the next few seconds, I had to hold back my sarcasm and try to answer as calmly as possible that we only had HOT chilli. And as far as I know, sweet chilli is THAI.
Next is the table problem. Again, this is when the high-minded twats refuse to sit at a table and want a freaking booth. This comes in two flavours.
First is the groups of four or less. If the booths have already been reserved, there's nothing I can do about it. Then there are those during the lunch rush. It boggles my mind that when the restaurant is turning into a disaster zone and we took the time to set a clean table seat, you still find the gall to ask for a fucking booth WHEN THEY ARE ALL CLEARLY TAKEN AT THIS POINT. You should be lucky we could you a table at all at this time.
The second flavour is the large group of families. This happened to me two days in a row to insult me. The booths are only meant for four people, but these parents insist on trying to fit themselves and four children into the booth. The first time, the father said last time that they were allowed in, but I was trying to convince him to take the table before that failed under the manager's grace. Honestly can't you spend at least one day at A FREAKING TABLE?!
The second time was more successful, thankfully. The mother said that the kids were restless and they wanted a booth, despite a party of six. I managed to get her to settle down at the table by telling her that they wouldn't fit and that we had reservations coming.
To be honest, while it is possible to fit that many people into the booth, they are still very small (Maybe just over a meter/three feet long?). Even if you could fit them in, all the food you order will clutter the table quickly, and I can't say it'll be comfy then.
Why are people so pretentious?
First off was early last week. The lunch rush came in late, and I was getting swamped in drink orders. A table of seven orders seven waters. When I drop them down, the father of the table orders seven ginger ales and some tea. I was staring at him for a few seconds when another person asks for something.
"Do you have sweet chilli sauce?", she asks.
In the next few seconds, I had to hold back my sarcasm and try to answer as calmly as possible that we only had HOT chilli. And as far as I know, sweet chilli is THAI.
Next is the table problem. Again, this is when the high-minded twats refuse to sit at a table and want a freaking booth. This comes in two flavours.
First is the groups of four or less. If the booths have already been reserved, there's nothing I can do about it. Then there are those during the lunch rush. It boggles my mind that when the restaurant is turning into a disaster zone and we took the time to set a clean table seat, you still find the gall to ask for a fucking booth WHEN THEY ARE ALL CLEARLY TAKEN AT THIS POINT. You should be lucky we could you a table at all at this time.
The second flavour is the large group of families. This happened to me two days in a row to insult me. The booths are only meant for four people, but these parents insist on trying to fit themselves and four children into the booth. The first time, the father said last time that they were allowed in, but I was trying to convince him to take the table before that failed under the manager's grace. Honestly can't you spend at least one day at A FREAKING TABLE?!
The second time was more successful, thankfully. The mother said that the kids were restless and they wanted a booth, despite a party of six. I managed to get her to settle down at the table by telling her that they wouldn't fit and that we had reservations coming.
To be honest, while it is possible to fit that many people into the booth, they are still very small (Maybe just over a meter/three feet long?). Even if you could fit them in, all the food you order will clutter the table quickly, and I can't say it'll be comfy then.
Why are people so pretentious?
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