We were pretty busy on Tuesday night (yeah, I’m behind) and the hostess (who is working on getting her very own post) told me I had 3 people at Table 2. We don’t have sections, so it is important that the host/hostess tell us when they seat someone, especially at the front tables since they are in a blind spot.
A few minutes later I rounded the corner to greet Table 2 and I saw they were shoveling food in their faces. I thought maybe she said I had 2 people at Table 3, but Sunni was at that table. Colour me confused. I looked on the seating chart and yes, it was 3 people at Table 2. WTF?! How were they eating already?
Just then the hostess walked by and I asked her to verify the table. “Three people at Table 2,” she said.
“But they already have food. What’s going on?”
“Oh, one of them brought food in with her.”
WTF?! Who does that shit?
So I went to the table and sure enough, one of the chicks had a chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, and mixed veggies in a go box and she was using our silverware to cram it in her face. As I was staring at her, completely dumbfounded, one of the other chicks ordered an “Amber pale ale.”
I could have handled myself better, but that was the night Little Napoleon went into surgery, Sunni and I had a big fight in the waitstation, we were busy and I’d had e.n.o.u.g.h.
I snapped, “There’s no such thing as an amber pale ale. It’s one or the other.”
“Oh. I’ll have an Alaskan Pale Ale,” she said after she consulted the drink menu again.
Mind you, I’m still staring in awe at the gobbler, and again I snapped, “We have Alaskan AMBER or Old Faithful PALE ALE. Which do you WANT?”
Then she gave me an expired driver’s license. By the time she fucked around and dug her real license out of her wallet, I was ready to tell her she was too stupid to have a beer.
I shouldn’t have wasted my time with the drink order. As soon as I left their table, I told Pro Rodeo about the carry in food and after he got done with them, they made a hasty exit out the front door.
Who does that? Who on earth thinks it’s okay to bring food into a restaurant and eat it? Not to mention, the crap she had in the box was a serious downgrade from the food we serve. And I’ve tried to give the hostess credit, maybe she didn’t know the dumb bitch was going to sit there and eat her slop, but when I questioned her, she knew the woman brought food with her, which sort of proves she’s just as dumb as they are.
Again, she’s getting her very own post soon.