I try to make it a habit to ask what we're out of when I first go into work. Unfortunately, more times than none, I get a green light until one of my tables orders the very thing that had been overlooked. In general, if this happens once, it happens again...and again. So, I turn into a ping pong ball bouncing back and forth apologizing. We all make mistakes but I'm the one that has to walk back to a frowning table, not them.
After the initial rush died down, an old employee comes in. He starts up the usual, "How've you been?" Now, if the question is standard, I give a short, generic answer. If the question is more specific, I answer to it. In this case, it was the latter. So, I started to give a decent reply when I realized his focus had switched over to his phone. I start trailing off....... That's such a pet peeve of mine. God, if you don't give a shit, don't even ask. I felt insulted and small. Jerk
I saved the best for last. There's this couple who always comes in on the weekends to get their regular fix. Problem is they always come in about ten minutes till close, not a minute sooner. We've reminded them many times of this fact but it falls on deaf ears. The woman is irritating. She always talks with her nose in the air. When I approach the table, she opens her menu like she needs it. I know what you're going to order, it's always the same thing. Don't pretend like you need a minute to decide. The man, who is much older, looks like Dick Cheney/Ebenezer Scrooge, without the enlightening experience. They've gotten better in that they ask for their check in a more timely fashion but they still make me stay an hour past closing on some nights. I think we've all made a subtle jab at them. The best was a waitress who asked the woman if her "father" wanted another drink. Zing!
Word of advice: You never want to be the patron that the staff dreads to see and rejoices if you don't show.
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