With the onset of winter I’m trying to be upbeat and positive and not bitch about the locals who come to the restaurant. I’ve sat on my hands for two days now, trying to overcome the urge to say mean things about the people who support me during the off season.
I can’t do it. These people are on my last damn nerve.
They bring their kids in, let them make huge messes, ask for everything, run our asses off and tip 5 percent or less. They complain about EVERYTHING, make snide comments about how we cater to the tourists, and expect something for nothing. A large number of them are flat out rude and inconsiderate. I don’t understand why they have to act that way just because they live here. In the end NO ONE wants to wait on them and whoever has to provides shit service, which gives them something to complain about.
Here are some examples of the wonderful locals we had tonight:
**Amanda had two separate large tables and their combined sales were $140. Her total tip: $2. Yep. 1.4 percent.
**A couple who are frequently at the restaurant, yet not one of us is good enough to wait on them. The woman has straight out pointed at me and told the hostess, “We don’t want her.” Fine with me. They always share a meal, drink a pot of coffee and a half a gallon of water each, and leave two dollars. They used to request Anna as their server, but apparently she’s not good enough for them either since they come in on her days off now.
**A blowhard and his family who moved here last year and thinks we’re all best friends. Here’s a secret: we hate him. He talks too much, wants to be on a first name basis with his server so he can yell across the restaurant at her, aspires to be property owner in Wyoming (put your money where your mouth is, asshole), and tries to set up his underage sons with the “cute” servers, many of whom are married with children.
He and his family came in at closing, took forever to order, wanted a go order in addition to their sit-down meal, (but just couldn’t decide what they wanted, and therefore kept the kitchen staff from getting their work finished), ordered dessert 45 minutes after we closed, and made a big assed mess in the bathroom after I cleaned it. We had everything cleaned and were ready to go home but they just. wouldn’t. leave. Eating at closing time is rude, staying forever is inconsiderate and rude.
Oh yeah, he tipped Amanda 7 percent and added one more server to the list of those who don’t want to wait on him again. Ever.
The locals didn’t break my spirit until April last year. I don’t think I am going to make it that long this year. They make my liver hurt. We were promised a winter and a spring close-the-restaurant-paid-vacation and December can’t get here fast enough for me. Assholes. Keep it up and I’ll start substitute teaching.