I have a black folder for my tickets. I also keep pictures of my kids, comic strips, and notes customers have left for me in it.
Saturday night (again) I had a table of an older couple and a local couple in my age group. The older man was a borderline douchebag from the moment he sat down. He kept making snide comments that weren’t challengeable, but weren’t really nice either. He snarked on my intelligence, my abilities as a server, my weight, and my appearance, but not enough to make me dump something in his lap; just enough to be an annoyance.
As I was prebusing their table, the younger man asked for their ticket. Since I had my left arm full of plates, I set the ticket folder on their table and started looking for their ticket. Of course it had to be the last one, and when I picked it up, the old fart could see the pictures of my kids.
“That’s HORRIBLE looking!” he nearly shouted.
By then I had closed the folder so I opened it again and asked, “You mean my son’s hair?” (In the picture my son has a mop of curly blonde hair.)
“No! That girl. She’s HORRIBLE looking.”
I wanted to straight out punch him in the face. I’ll tolerate your snarky comments about me because I can see you’re an asshole, but you better keep your mouth shut about my kids.
“My daughter is NOT horrible looking. She is NOT even plain, homely, or average looking. She is a beautiful young lady and you should learn to keep your mouth shut.”
That was the first of four fights I’ve been in with customers this week. Arg.