So I get a table, and when I ask "How's it going?", their reply is "Coffee." Bad start there. Thank you for acknowledging my humanity.
Pretty standard table after that, but the end is what bugs the crap out of me. After they've been there two hours, getting endless refills, getting more and more food/dressings/etc., (while we're fairly busy) the time comes where they come up to the counter.
They're paying for their food, and overall, it wasn't the worst table I've ever had. Not very talkative, but at least they were fairly polite. She tells him to leave me 5 bucks and heads out the door.
He then, out of nowhere, goes into a talk about how he shouldn't have to tip, blah blah blah, and that while he knows I get 2.33 an hour, he's sure other tables will make up for it. He then says "Just remember, if you could get a better job, you'd make more money." Meanwhile, I'm pretty much blindsided by this, because I took damn good care of them.
He then leaves. Which is good, because otherwise I was most likely going to say something I'd probably regret. (I was already a little annoyed, because two tables in a row before him had stiffed me.)
Not the worst table I've ever had, but it's fairly recent. And I'm going to be honest, this is just a part-time job for me. It's not the end of the world if I get stiffed. But the people who DO live on this... Argh.
...So how'd I do?
Pretty standard table after that, but the end is what bugs the crap out of me. After they've been there two hours, getting endless refills, getting more and more food/dressings/etc., (while we're fairly busy) the time comes where they come up to the counter.
They're paying for their food, and overall, it wasn't the worst table I've ever had. Not very talkative, but at least they were fairly polite. She tells him to leave me 5 bucks and heads out the door.
He then, out of nowhere, goes into a talk about how he shouldn't have to tip, blah blah blah, and that while he knows I get 2.33 an hour, he's sure other tables will make up for it. He then says "Just remember, if you could get a better job, you'd make more money." Meanwhile, I'm pretty much blindsided by this, because I took damn good care of them.
He then leaves. Which is good, because otherwise I was most likely going to say something I'd probably regret. (I was already a little annoyed, because two tables in a row before him had stiffed me.)
Not the worst table I've ever had, but it's fairly recent. And I'm going to be honest, this is just a part-time job for me. It's not the end of the world if I get stiffed. But the people who DO live on this... Argh.
...So how'd I do?
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