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Over the three years that I worked on the shore, I encountered many types of customers. being a busser I rarely had to interact with them unless I wanted to. it wasn't my job, the manager made sure to tell me to direct customers to servers or hostesses, and my pay didn't depend on their tip. I was happy to just clean and think within myself about various things in life. but of course, why would I be on this forum if I went about my work days like that everyday!? here are some short, but fun-ish stories I remember from back in the day.
I want a refund!
I was bussing a table next to a group of people when I get a request that shouldn't have been pointed at me... being as I never served them... or sat them... and this was probably the first time they saw me.
me- me
SC- Jerk customer
MA- manager
SC: hey you!
me: me?
SC: yea, our food was really bad and we want a refund (kind of odd since they didn't get the check yet... but ok)
me: I'm just a busser so I'll get you your server
SC: ok whatever.
I walk over to the section paper to see who has the table and then walk up to the server who is chatting with the manager. I tell them what's up and the manager decides she'll take care of it, I then go back to the table I was cleaning (covered in juice.... darn kids) and over hear what happens.
MA: Hi everyone, I hear you had a problem with your meals?
SC: yea, they were over cooked, and her's was cold! we don't want to pay for it! (atleast he got it right this time)
MA: I would have been happy to return the items for you... but you seem to have eaten most of it, if not all of your meals, so I can't refund you for something you ate.
SC: that's bullshit! we didn't like our meals!
MA: then why did you eat them?
SC: because!
MA: uh... regardless, we can't refund you.
SC: we're not going to pay then
they start getting up when my manager gets a very angry... calm tone... you know the kind. where it stops babies from crying, parts storms in the sky and kills angels with a single whisper.
MA: no... you're going to pay for the meal, or I'm going to get those police officers over there (we always have 2 near the enterance because its a big tourist area) and tell them you stole from us, and we'll have a whole string of other issues besides invisible bad food.
SC: this is bullshit *as he pulls out his wallet... full of 50's... and just pays the flat bill with no tip*
MA: you're also never allowed back here, so please leave immediatly.
SC: what!? why not!?
MA: you were very rude, lied to me about bad food, tried to get free food by lying again, and you didn't tip lisa a cent for putting up with you. so please leave
SC: fine whatever!
*note: my manager is very protective. some people don't agree with her asking folks why they didn't tip (she asks about the service not tipping directly), some people think its awesome that she would protect us that way. regardless, she was an awesome lady, so any opinions on such are moot. (europeans were free from this type of question since we know what to expect and have no hard feelings at all) so please don't start an argument about it. I heard it all else where and we did amazing business, we all had amazing workers, and we all got paid very well. so it all worked out anyway.
thank you for throwing a cigerette at me
We were slightly busy on a saturday as the band took their break. I take this time to sweep the dance floor before their next set. when I was sweeping 2 drunk ladies by the bar were laughing it up and smoking. I am allergic to smoke so I just keep my head down and go about my business (it was never an issue in the resturaunt because we are mostly open to the outside, so it rarely affected me)
suddenly I feel a thing hit my head, slightly sting and then see it hit the floor... it was a cigerette. I look up and just stare at the women.
me- me
SC1/2- drunk lady 1 and 2
SC1: Oh... I am sho shorry
me: its ok ma'am... just use the ash trays next to you please *with a dead pan face... not really in the mood for drunks*
SC1: shokay... I'm sho shorry budday
me: ok...
as I am walking away SC2 pushes me in the back
me: HEY!
sc2: I don't like the way you made my friend feel!
me: I got a cigerette thrown in my hair... there are ashtrays on the bar...
sc2: *pushes my bad shoulder* I don't care asshole! I don't like how you treated her.
me: ok
sc2: apologize! *pushes me again*
me: ok, fuck this!
I walk over to the manager, she gets the cops and they get ejected from the resturaunt for assault and being far too plastered.
I probably could have been nicer about it... but after a long day... getting something that could have lit my hair on fire thrown into my hair was not something I wanted.
your girlfriend is hot
by my third year I was working with my girlfriend. she was a hostess (I got her the job) and I was still bussing. it worked out well because I rarely worked with the hostesses, which had us avoid those bad work arguments. it was a slow day, so I decided to help the bartenders and sweep up under their stools and wipe down the seats. as I get on the bar nearest to the hostess desk (behind the hostess desk, so the hostesses are facing away from the bar... thats important) a guy is sitting there eyeing up the 2 hostesses there... one being my GF.
SC- slightly drunk guy
me- meeeee
SC: hey do you work here?
*I look at my broom, my shirt that says jankinsons, and my towel over my shoulder*
me: yes... yes I do.
SC: who are those two girls over there?
me: those are the hostesses
SC: I know that, what are their names?
me: ulga and kelly (kelly being my GF at the time) do you want a table? (they have name tags so I only give out first names)
SC: nahh... they just look really hot... you ever tap one of em'...
me: sir... one of them is my girlfriend, so you're kind of overstepping here.
SC: which one? I bet its the burnette eh? kristy.. or.. kelly or whatever her name is. I bet she's a beast in the sack huh?
me: she is 17 and I think you should back off before I get the manager.
SC: sure sure man.
I then walk away and keep an eye on him. he continues to eye them up and drink slowly.. very creepy like, and they eventually notice him starring at them. they get uncomfortable and call the manager. she comes down, talks to him a bit (was too far to hear) and she helps him out the door. he then slaps a piece of paper on the hostess desk before leaving and I walk up to see what it is.
me: what's that
kelly: his business card.... with his number... and he wrote a note saying "nice ass Kristy"... who's kristy?
me: aww you have an admirer
kelly: i hate you.
she actually got hit on often, along with the other hostesses, which was kind of gross since she was 17, looked 15 and mostly was hit on by 30-40 year olds. I always kind of laughed it off unless the guy said those things directly to me, she always got creeped out... I wish i got hit on... I guess it's not much of a turn on with a wet towel on your shoulder and 3 kinds of sauces on your pants.
I want a refund!
I was bussing a table next to a group of people when I get a request that shouldn't have been pointed at me... being as I never served them... or sat them... and this was probably the first time they saw me.
me- me
SC- Jerk customer
MA- manager
SC: hey you!
me: me?
SC: yea, our food was really bad and we want a refund (kind of odd since they didn't get the check yet... but ok)
me: I'm just a busser so I'll get you your server
SC: ok whatever.
I walk over to the section paper to see who has the table and then walk up to the server who is chatting with the manager. I tell them what's up and the manager decides she'll take care of it, I then go back to the table I was cleaning (covered in juice.... darn kids) and over hear what happens.
MA: Hi everyone, I hear you had a problem with your meals?
SC: yea, they were over cooked, and her's was cold! we don't want to pay for it! (atleast he got it right this time)
MA: I would have been happy to return the items for you... but you seem to have eaten most of it, if not all of your meals, so I can't refund you for something you ate.
SC: that's bullshit! we didn't like our meals!
MA: then why did you eat them?
SC: because!
MA: uh... regardless, we can't refund you.
SC: we're not going to pay then
they start getting up when my manager gets a very angry... calm tone... you know the kind. where it stops babies from crying, parts storms in the sky and kills angels with a single whisper.
MA: no... you're going to pay for the meal, or I'm going to get those police officers over there (we always have 2 near the enterance because its a big tourist area) and tell them you stole from us, and we'll have a whole string of other issues besides invisible bad food.
SC: this is bullshit *as he pulls out his wallet... full of 50's... and just pays the flat bill with no tip*
MA: you're also never allowed back here, so please leave immediatly.
SC: what!? why not!?
MA: you were very rude, lied to me about bad food, tried to get free food by lying again, and you didn't tip lisa a cent for putting up with you. so please leave
SC: fine whatever!
*note: my manager is very protective. some people don't agree with her asking folks why they didn't tip (she asks about the service not tipping directly), some people think its awesome that she would protect us that way. regardless, she was an awesome lady, so any opinions on such are moot. (europeans were free from this type of question since we know what to expect and have no hard feelings at all) so please don't start an argument about it. I heard it all else where and we did amazing business, we all had amazing workers, and we all got paid very well. so it all worked out anyway.
thank you for throwing a cigerette at me
We were slightly busy on a saturday as the band took their break. I take this time to sweep the dance floor before their next set. when I was sweeping 2 drunk ladies by the bar were laughing it up and smoking. I am allergic to smoke so I just keep my head down and go about my business (it was never an issue in the resturaunt because we are mostly open to the outside, so it rarely affected me)
suddenly I feel a thing hit my head, slightly sting and then see it hit the floor... it was a cigerette. I look up and just stare at the women.
me- me
SC1/2- drunk lady 1 and 2
SC1: Oh... I am sho shorry
me: its ok ma'am... just use the ash trays next to you please *with a dead pan face... not really in the mood for drunks*
SC1: shokay... I'm sho shorry budday
me: ok...
as I am walking away SC2 pushes me in the back
me: HEY!
sc2: I don't like the way you made my friend feel!
me: I got a cigerette thrown in my hair... there are ashtrays on the bar...
sc2: *pushes my bad shoulder* I don't care asshole! I don't like how you treated her.
me: ok
sc2: apologize! *pushes me again*
me: ok, fuck this!
I walk over to the manager, she gets the cops and they get ejected from the resturaunt for assault and being far too plastered.
I probably could have been nicer about it... but after a long day... getting something that could have lit my hair on fire thrown into my hair was not something I wanted.your girlfriend is hot
by my third year I was working with my girlfriend. she was a hostess (I got her the job) and I was still bussing. it worked out well because I rarely worked with the hostesses, which had us avoid those bad work arguments. it was a slow day, so I decided to help the bartenders and sweep up under their stools and wipe down the seats. as I get on the bar nearest to the hostess desk (behind the hostess desk, so the hostesses are facing away from the bar... thats important) a guy is sitting there eyeing up the 2 hostesses there... one being my GF.
SC- slightly drunk guy
me- meeeee
SC: hey do you work here?
*I look at my broom, my shirt that says jankinsons, and my towel over my shoulder*
me: yes... yes I do.
SC: who are those two girls over there?
me: those are the hostesses
SC: I know that, what are their names?
me: ulga and kelly (kelly being my GF at the time) do you want a table? (they have name tags so I only give out first names)
SC: nahh... they just look really hot... you ever tap one of em'...
me: sir... one of them is my girlfriend, so you're kind of overstepping here.
SC: which one? I bet its the burnette eh? kristy.. or.. kelly or whatever her name is. I bet she's a beast in the sack huh?
me: she is 17 and I think you should back off before I get the manager.
SC: sure sure man.
I then walk away and keep an eye on him. he continues to eye them up and drink slowly.. very creepy like, and they eventually notice him starring at them. they get uncomfortable and call the manager. she comes down, talks to him a bit (was too far to hear) and she helps him out the door. he then slaps a piece of paper on the hostess desk before leaving and I walk up to see what it is.
me: what's that
kelly: his business card.... with his number... and he wrote a note saying "nice ass Kristy"... who's kristy?
me: aww you have an admirer
kelly: i hate you.
she actually got hit on often, along with the other hostesses, which was kind of gross since she was 17, looked 15 and mostly was hit on by 30-40 year olds. I always kind of laughed it off unless the guy said those things directly to me, she always got creeped out... I wish i got hit on... I guess it's not much of a turn on with a wet towel on your shoulder and 3 kinds of sauces on your pants.
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