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Hi folks. I've been debating. I can't call these particular people the table from hell, because I know there will ultimately be another that will take that cake. My manager calls them sewer people, outside of their earshot, of course. Anyone who doesn't know how to behave in public and demonstrates it by snapping and waving, yelling "HEY WAITRESS!" instead of saying "excuse me", not waiting the extra twenty seconds for me to get to the table, qualifies. They can see me coming in their direction, but they still feel the need to yell "HEY YOU!" before I get there. In short, "sewer people" gave me one of the biggest laughs I've ever had when my manager taught me the phrase.
I had one table that I consider the ultimate of my experience so far. I have been a server since I was sixteen and I am thirty-one now. I have worked high-end, low-end, and decided I prefer midgrade. That's where I am now. To give a quick idea, it's probably about a three star scale. Food is great, atmosphere is awesome, it's very clean, most clientele also is fantastic. Then there are the sewer people. AKA SCs.
Seriously, this happened. Four rather large people, with a female spokesperson, ordered their first round from the bartender. I mention their size because they were crowding my area where I punch in and gather my drinks. My manager had to direct them to the rest of the vast bar. Maybe they thought I was a customer and they were waiting in line? I, personally, would go to the part of the bar that is not crowded and catch the bartender's eye. But that's just me. It gets better...
They got their first round from the bartender and sat down in my section. Oh, joy! The same woman ordered the next two rounds (two double vodka OJs and two vodka sevens) and I had them all on a tab. She came up to me after the second round and approached me in my server area, after having already been told by my manager not to go there. She was waving a twenty in my face. "We want more drinks!" she said. "OK," I said, "do you want to apply that twenty to your tab?"
"TAAAB? WHAAAT TAAAB?" was the reply I got. "SOOOMEBODY PAIIIID DIIIDDDNN"T they?" At first, all I said was "Nope", with a smile, thinking she had to be kidding. She wasn't. She really was pissed off at me because she had to pay for her drinks.
After much whining and wheedling between them all about how much money this tab-thing was costing them, I ended up saying this: "LOOK! I brought you these drinks and nobody gave me any money!" They finally paid up, exact change later...They left immediately thereafter, angry that no drink fairy existed.
Faith in humanity slipping. Urge to kill rising. Urge to go entirely cash and carry and trust no one--so close.
I had one table that I consider the ultimate of my experience so far. I have been a server since I was sixteen and I am thirty-one now. I have worked high-end, low-end, and decided I prefer midgrade. That's where I am now. To give a quick idea, it's probably about a three star scale. Food is great, atmosphere is awesome, it's very clean, most clientele also is fantastic. Then there are the sewer people. AKA SCs.
Seriously, this happened. Four rather large people, with a female spokesperson, ordered their first round from the bartender. I mention their size because they were crowding my area where I punch in and gather my drinks. My manager had to direct them to the rest of the vast bar. Maybe they thought I was a customer and they were waiting in line? I, personally, would go to the part of the bar that is not crowded and catch the bartender's eye. But that's just me. It gets better...
They got their first round from the bartender and sat down in my section. Oh, joy! The same woman ordered the next two rounds (two double vodka OJs and two vodka sevens) and I had them all on a tab. She came up to me after the second round and approached me in my server area, after having already been told by my manager not to go there. She was waving a twenty in my face. "We want more drinks!" she said. "OK," I said, "do you want to apply that twenty to your tab?"
"TAAAB? WHAAAT TAAAB?" was the reply I got. "SOOOMEBODY PAIIIID DIIIDDDNN"T they?" At first, all I said was "Nope", with a smile, thinking she had to be kidding. She wasn't. She really was pissed off at me because she had to pay for her drinks.
After much whining and wheedling between them all about how much money this tab-thing was costing them, I ended up saying this: "LOOK! I brought you these drinks and nobody gave me any money!" They finally paid up, exact change later...They left immediately thereafter, angry that no drink fairy existed.
Faith in humanity slipping. Urge to kill rising. Urge to go entirely cash and carry and trust no one--so close.
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