Last night I had a couple who had me so flustered I wanted to punch them.
I thought I saw Cora seat three people, but there were only two people at the table when I poured water. I asked if there were two or three people in their party. The guy said, “Just because I didn’t want to wear my coat and I put it on the seat doesn’t mean there are three people with us.” Uh…okay. A simple “Two” would have sufficed, but go ahead and put me in my place.
We were just a little busy so the restaurant was noisy. I stopped to get their order and neither of them would speak loud enough for me to hear. I had to ask them to repeat their order several times, so that should be a clue that I CAN’T FUCKING HEAR YOU! She whispered that she wanted a top sirloin, well done with grilled mushrooms and onions and a side of ksdafjlkj. My brain processed it as a side of ranch since people think ranch goes with everything. He ordered a ribeye, medium well, with grilled mushrooms and onions, fries and Cole slaw.
I took their food out along with a basket of corn nuggets, and when I set the food down he threw the Cole slaw on the table, pointed at the basket of corn nuggets in my hand and yelled, “THAT BETTER BE MY OTHER SIDE OF FRIES!”
Oh so, now you find your fucking voice.
I pointed to the fries on his plate and she yelled, “HE ORDERED DOUBLE FRIES, NO SLAW.” Here’s a news flash: Cole slaw doesn’t come with everything. If you don’t want it, don’t mention it.
Then she rolled her eyes at me like I was retarded.
The fight was pretty much on after that.
She screeched, “WHERE’S MY MAYONNAISE?” If you would speak up, it would be on your plate.
He had to wait for more fries and every time I walked by his table he bellowed, “WHERE ARE MY FRIES?” If they were up your ass, you’d know.
My entire section knew what pricks these people were being and people were patting me as I walked by. I know my face was a mask of rage and I worried I was going to kill one of them. Of course, they complained that “the service could have been better”. Yeah, it could have been if you weren’t such assholes. Funny, my other 8 tables didn’t have any complaints, but they weren’t douchebags.