Rudeness Has No Borders

It's bad when the second table of the night upsets you so much that you want to slap them across the face even before the drinks are out. Since it was the day before Thanksgiving, we all expected a slow night. It ended up being pretty busy. Unfortunately, the money didn't make up for the anger I felt for this particular couple.

It started all wrong. They came in and were rude to my Hostess. Strike One. They couldn't be bothered to look at me when they asked about the drink specials. You know how I feel about that, Strike Two. They were out-of-towners. Strike Three!

They asked about the specials THREE times because they just didn't "get" it: "Wait, it's two for one? What if I only want one? Well, I'd want two. Why is it just domestic? Is Heineken not domestic?" Sigh. Then, of course, they got mad at ME because the girl didn't have her ID. She forgot to get it back the night before. "I mean, I'm 24!" Ok? I can't really just take your word for it..

Next, they decided to bitch about how over priced our food was. "We're from L.A......." Long ass pause. Okaaaay. Am I supposed to give you an L.A. discount? Aggravated beyond belief and not being able to suggest going back to where they came from since it's so awesome, I told them I was going to give them some time to decide if they were going to stay or not, and walked away.

Despite our alarming prices, they decided to stay and ordered the very thing they complained about. If they represent people from L.A. I NEVER want to go there. Plus, apparently, they don't tip in L.A. either!

Do you know how we deal with our pent up anger? No, we don't do anything gross with your food. As soon as we walk away and get to a safe distance, we tell everyone that's working and other employees who happen to be there to drink, about you. So yeah, we're all looking at you: while we get you that extra napkin, or walking by the mirror, or stepping out for a smoke... We're watching!