My least favourite thing happened tonight. I went into the restroom and one of my customers followed me in. That ooogs me out because I can barely go pee if I think my tables might know. If I’m in the section by the restrooms, I won’t pee all night since I don’t want them looking at me when I come out. This woman followed me in, took the other stall and decided to have a conversation with me, because, you know, we’re best friends. She even called me by name as I was peeing! Holy crap, lady! Back off and go find someone else to play with! I’m your server, not your restroom buddy. It’s called privacy, boundaries, and decency…get some.
On Wednesday night, Amber had a guy in her section she thought was a hottie. She made me do a fly-by as soon as I walked in, and when I got back to the waitstation I told her I didn’t see the attraction. He looked like a street person, all scruffy and unkempt. She insisted he was hot. Different tastes, I guess.
When he went to the register to pay, she said, rather loudly, “I’m gonna have dirty dreams about him tonight.”
I said, “I don’t think he’s that good looking,” as I leaned out of the waitstation. The guy was standing rightthere and looking at us. I’m certain he heard every word. We roared with embarrassed laughter. We really need to learn that just because customers can’t see us, it doesn’t mean they can’t hear us.