The Dad Went Nuts After The Gentle And Reasonable Request
He screamed at me: ‘You’re frickin’ right it’s not.’
As I walked away, he said, ‘And bring some of them darn buttered rolls while you’re at it.’ The night went on like that until he paid (only after my manager refused to comp his meal), but not before going off on a tangent about what a crappy server I was, even going so far as to call me an ignoramus. On his way out, he dumped their bucket on the floor, scraped the peanuts over the ground with his feet, and said, ‘Have fun cleanin’ that up, craphead.’ He was easily the worst guest I ever served.”
He Was The Master Of Sleaze, And Pulled Out All The Stops To Prove It
“I once served a guy once who took his wife out for their anniversary; they must have been in their early 40’s. I had a bad feeling about the guy from the jump. He oozed this fake vibe that would make you feel nauseous if you stood near him too long. I knew something was up with him, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. His wife was good looking, warm, and bubbly, and told me she was so excited about their celebration.
I thought if I could make her night really memorable for their anniversary, I could get a good tip from the husband, as they were balling out hard on their meals and drinks. I went all out for them and made it an evening to remember: fancy drinks, dessert with sparklers, I was charming the heck out of them and they spent the whole night laughing with each other. I was a regular old Lumière.
After the dinner was over, he insisted to pay for the meal up by the server station (away from his wife) even after I offered to bring him the debit machine. His bill was well over $250, and as I handed him the machine he took a toonie ($2 coin) out of his back pocket and winked at me while saying, ‘This is for you, bro,’ like he was hot shotting me some huge tip that was going to change my life. I totally knew he was a slimeball. I was ticked, but more angry at myself for not following my gut.
Then he went on to tell me that ‘some stuff’ happened that evening with him and his wife and he wasn’t ‘happy about her behavior.’ He then told me he was going to see his mistress after dinner to ‘figure out which one he wanted to be with forever.’ As I was giving him his receipt with my mind totally boggled, he finished with, ‘Well, you know what that’s like, right?’ as he tried to do this weak bro hug/handshake thing like we were best friends.
I was like 20 and looked every second of it, how the heck would I know what he was talking about? It felt like he was trying to seriously impress me with all his fakery, like I’d want to hang out with him after he confessed all that stuff to me.
He then got his coat and his girl, and insisted on waiting for me at the exit to say, ‘Thanks again for making this night so special for us.’ He grabbed my hand and I had to shake it in front of his wife. He then circled behind her back as she stepped up to thank me. He loomed over her shoulder and did this slime-ridden smile like the troll guy. I felt like I had just fallen into a pile of crap. I’m still left with a ton of questions about why he tried to impress a kid waiter he just met. What a jerk.”
He Embodied Toxic Masculinity With His Ignorant Behavior
“A family of 4 came in, and the dad started slamming brews. He probably had 4 or 5 before they got their appetizers. The couple wasn’t particularly rude to me, but were a little rough around the edges in general–loud, blunt, not very good manners, etc. The two daughters (around 8 and 10) were really quiet though, and I could see why pretty quickly. As the dad got more and more wasted, he was really touchy with the girls, making them sit on his lap and such. They were visibly uncomfortable, and I felt so terrible for them.
I bring out one of the appetizer dishes, but the other one was potato skins or something that takes a little longer to cook (which I alerted them of when they ordered). The dad got ticked, saying that the appetizers needed to come out together, blah blah blah. I got what he meant, but still, you have one thing to munch on (for 4 people, too), what’s the big deal? He was yelling at me (‘This is bullcrap!’), pointing at me, and calling me a terrible server, all while his wife and daughters stared at their laps.
Then he asked to see my manager, so I went and got her. The other waitresses on the shift saw what’d been going on with the guy, and had already told my manager about him. My manager comes out to talk to the guy, and he was furious that there wasn’t a ‘male boss’ available. He started spewing gems like ‘Are you kidding? I need to speak with a man about this. You’re telling me that the only manager here is her?’
I’ve never dealt with such a creepy, insulting, crude person before. Yes, he made me cry. I will never understand what people get out of making an 18-year-old girl cry. It was a nightmare.”
Once He Got The Hush Money, He Realized What Was Going On
“I once had a middle-aged guy come in with his wife on a busy day, and they were very pleasant and good tippers. He came back the VERY next day with her. As they were leaving after their meal, I said to them, ‘It was nice seeing you two yesterday. Have a great day.’ He stopped and told her to wait outside while he went to use the restroom.
Then he came back to me and told me something I will never forget!