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Last night, eleven of us went out for a friend's 21st birthday--three of the guys I didn't know, and they were at the very opposite of the table. So we're getting along fine until we get our checks, and apparently either something was misunderstood or rang up wrong, I'm not sure. I'm guessing it was right, but the obscure drink the guy I will now refer to as Super Twat, or ST ordered wasn't in the computer or something so was a different name on the ticket. We're sorting out all our checks when we hear this:
ST: This is wrong you fucking bitch! You're not getting a fucking tip! I didn't order this you bitch!
And from our waitress: Well I bet you leave bad tips anyways!
And she ran to the back almost in tears.
Oh no he didn't. So ST stomped out and a friend and I go do damage control, consoling the poor girl, letting her know half of us didn't even know the guy and please, please don't relate us to him. She seemed cheered up because she thought we were all mad at her. We assured her she didn't an excellent job, and, serving eleven people rounds of drinks, she did.
So after paying, we all go out and ST is standing there and has the gall to say to us all, "I hope I didn't embarrass anyone."
There was a moment of silence. My cue to speak up:
Me: You did, actually. You were kind of a dick.
ST: Well she was a bitch so I was a dick to her!
Me: You could have asked politely. You know. Like an adult. You were a huge dick.
ST: If someone's a bitch to me I'm going to be mean back!
Me: Is there a reason for that? No one else thought she was a bitch to you, you could have just asked her to change something if it was wrong, you know, calmly but you immediately laid into her before she even said anything.
ST: Well I've never been treated so badly in my life by some bitch!
Me: Yeah well you must live a charmed life, you fucking twat! Mark my damn words, stuff like this does come back around.
And then SO let me know it was time to leave and pulled me away. I may have hit the guy so I'm glad for that, I was starting to get in his face.. As we were driving away we saw ST walking off by himself, so I'm guessing the rest of the group evicted him. I flipped him off and he saw it, judging by the look on his face. I'm just glad we were able to keep the poor waitress's night from being ruined, because I know if someone had acted like that to me I would've been pissed for days.
ST: This is wrong you fucking bitch! You're not getting a fucking tip! I didn't order this you bitch!
And from our waitress: Well I bet you leave bad tips anyways!
And she ran to the back almost in tears.
Oh no he didn't. So ST stomped out and a friend and I go do damage control, consoling the poor girl, letting her know half of us didn't even know the guy and please, please don't relate us to him. She seemed cheered up because she thought we were all mad at her. We assured her she didn't an excellent job, and, serving eleven people rounds of drinks, she did.
So after paying, we all go out and ST is standing there and has the gall to say to us all, "I hope I didn't embarrass anyone."
There was a moment of silence. My cue to speak up:
Me: You did, actually. You were kind of a dick.
ST: Well she was a bitch so I was a dick to her!
Me: You could have asked politely. You know. Like an adult. You were a huge dick.
ST: If someone's a bitch to me I'm going to be mean back!
Me: Is there a reason for that? No one else thought she was a bitch to you, you could have just asked her to change something if it was wrong, you know, calmly but you immediately laid into her before she even said anything.
ST: Well I've never been treated so badly in my life by some bitch!
Me: Yeah well you must live a charmed life, you fucking twat! Mark my damn words, stuff like this does come back around.
And then SO let me know it was time to leave and pulled me away. I may have hit the guy so I'm glad for that, I was starting to get in his face.. As we were driving away we saw ST walking off by himself, so I'm guessing the rest of the group evicted him. I flipped him off and he saw it, judging by the look on his face. I'm just glad we were able to keep the poor waitress's night from being ruined, because I know if someone had acted like that to me I would've been pissed for days.
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What is he, two years old? Whatever happened to, "Excuse me, I believe there's an error on this check"? As you so correctly pointed out:
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