This one requires a little bit of a backstory, because I never got around to posting this story on here:
Several months ago I was seating this elderly couple at a table in the Restuarant, and I went about my duty to ask them if they would care for a drink. The lady refused anything but some hot water and cream, which I understood...The Resturant has had several complaints about the horrific motor-oil coffee that nobody likes. So, many customers had resorted to bringing in their own coffee grounds and making their own at their table.
Anyway, I retrieved their hot water and half and half, and was about to walk away when they asked me about the coffee. It was something about the flavor/consistency, and I told them that I didn't drink coffee. They asked why, and I told them it was for a religious reason.
And here is where the shit hit the fan:
Apparently, this old lady and her husband are avid, AVID haters of my religion. They told me I was going to hell and that I was, in essence, a heathen. (I am greatly cutting out the entire horrific conversation in which I stuck up for myself and they continually told me I was damned and that everything I believe in is crap.)
Thereafter, the couple refused to speak to me as well. They are regulars at the Resturant, and always manage to come in on my shift. So everytime I see them, I cringe a little. I half expect them to fling holy water on me or something.
Sooooo...flash foward to last week. I am at a tasty hamburger restuarant (rhymes with Endy's) with my dad and my younger brother. We're happily munching away...when to my absolute horror, the same elderly couple comes in. They took one look at me, and shook their heads. The woman gave me the dirtiest glare I have seen in a long time. I just tried to ignore their existance. The worst part of this was having to explain this incident to my dad and brother.
It gets better...they also decided to sit a table away from us, and proceeded to have a rude conversation about how much my religion sucks. It was mortifying, to say the least. If we hadn't been in public....
Several months ago I was seating this elderly couple at a table in the Restuarant, and I went about my duty to ask them if they would care for a drink. The lady refused anything but some hot water and cream, which I understood...The Resturant has had several complaints about the horrific motor-oil coffee that nobody likes. So, many customers had resorted to bringing in their own coffee grounds and making their own at their table.
Anyway, I retrieved their hot water and half and half, and was about to walk away when they asked me about the coffee. It was something about the flavor/consistency, and I told them that I didn't drink coffee. They asked why, and I told them it was for a religious reason.
And here is where the shit hit the fan:
Apparently, this old lady and her husband are avid, AVID haters of my religion. They told me I was going to hell and that I was, in essence, a heathen. (I am greatly cutting out the entire horrific conversation in which I stuck up for myself and they continually told me I was damned and that everything I believe in is crap.)
Thereafter, the couple refused to speak to me as well. They are regulars at the Resturant, and always manage to come in on my shift. So everytime I see them, I cringe a little. I half expect them to fling holy water on me or something.
Sooooo...flash foward to last week. I am at a tasty hamburger restuarant (rhymes with Endy's) with my dad and my younger brother. We're happily munching away...when to my absolute horror, the same elderly couple comes in. They took one look at me, and shook their heads. The woman gave me the dirtiest glare I have seen in a long time. I just tried to ignore their existance. The worst part of this was having to explain this incident to my dad and brother.
It gets better...they also decided to sit a table away from us, and proceeded to have a rude conversation about how much my religion sucks. It was mortifying, to say the least. If we hadn't been in public....
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