(We now interrupt the scheduled reruns with a short intermission.)
Her: We are going to need to order some food to-go, if that is possible.
Me: We don’t typically do to-go orders on the weekends, but I’d be glad to see if we can do it today.
Him: It would be best for us both if you could.
Me: (nods)
Him: In fact, you can either do it, or we won’t tip you.
Me: (walked away from the table without speaking)
This kitchen was happy to do his to-go order. I was happy his companion paid, leaving me a huge tip to make up for her partner’s enormous rudeness. I learned by the end of their meal his wife just had a baby. The meal was for her.
Man, do I feel bad for that baby.
P.S. Janet Reno ate at my restaurant today. She and her party left $15 on a $128 tab.
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Janet Reno - Piss Poor Tipper
Janet Reno = Piss Poor Tipper…
fries with that
There are few industries more demanding than the service industry. Generally speaking you have to stand all day and wear a uniform and name tag which automatically add up to a pretty shitty occupation. I’m thankful my food service days
When I started at the supermarket, I did cashierwork, or “front end”, so I dealt with customers daily. OPne of them had the nerve to tell me that I was there to serve him, as if we’re trained to the contrary. Sometimes I worry about finding these customers, say, at the mall, or somewhere else I go on a regular basis.
$15 only ey? *proceeds to start a campaign to link her biography with Cheap Ho*. Or Bad Tipper? suggestions? drop me a line on meh blawg if u can :)
http://chrisholland.blogspot.com/2004/06/janet-reno-piss-poor-tipper.html
http://chrisholland.blogspot.com/2004/06/janet-reno-piss-poor-tipper.html
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