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Do people take time to carve things into the toilet seats at your restaurant? Nothing says gangster like carving your gang symbol where people put their bare asses and take a shit? I guess that carving technique they learned in Shawshank State Penitentiary can finally reach the wide audience they dreamed about while sharpening shivs on Cell Block E. It’s finally happening for you homeboy.
-Jorge
Today takes the cake, I had a “gentleman” sit at my table and order the PEANUT CHICKEN. I drop off his dinner then fast forward 15 minutes, he flags me down obviously in distress clenching his throat. He asks if there were nuts in his dish…I say yes sir you did order the PEANUT CHICKEN. He screams at the top of his lungs, “I AM ALLERGIC TO PEANUTS YOU ASSHOLE WAITER!” Then kinda starts choking. At first I expected Ashton Kutcher to run out of the back and tell me I just got punked but this guy was serious. Fast forward to the paramedics getting called and him taking a ride to the hospital. It is hard for me to believe that this man has managed to stay alive this long…what kind of jerk orders the peanut chicken with a serious allergy to nuts!? He got what he deserved for talking to me the way he did! Sorry not Sorry
-Mike
I’m a chef that works at a casino (multiple food outlets) any ways one of the outlets is a buffet. We get some of the worst penny pinching people I have ever met in my entire life.
This one guy comes in every Saturday lunch with a group of lackeys. He is a short fat balding man who wears a god awful tupe. Any ways its a buffet as I mentioned and the food offerings change daily, nut without fail he will come up and request a heap of food we don’t have. Piss off all the waitresses and send his food back, or try to get it comped.
He also does this thing where he gets up and fills a plate of food to the absolute fucking top and then asks it to be wrapped in foil. So i pop out to my head chef and tell him whats going on and he says “oh hes been doing it for years apparently its for his son, who is sick.”
This guys been doing this for years YEARS. should of seen him the day they told him he had to stop taking free food home. Never seen a double chin wobble so hard.
-Caesar
ugh, I hooked up with a guy I work with at a work party 2 nights ago (needless to say we were very intoxicated) anyway we both opened the following day. He wouldn’t leave me alone all shift about how much he likes me and he wanted to be with me……I didn’t have the heart to tell him the only reason I did it is because I thought he was gay….
-Erica
Female bartender here: please don’t call me baby, sweetie, etc. I’ll hold off serving you and make you weak drinks for the rest of the night.
-Amanda
I used to work at restaurants as a college student making balloon animals for tips. Every group of exclusively women would ask for a penis of some variation. One woman asked for MY penis, not with words, but by fondling it while she delivered my $3 tip into my apron…
-Chris
OMG! It was almost closing time and there were barely any people in the restaurant. I finished my last table and my side work and go to find my shift lead (our restaurant has a policy that you need to get signed out by a shift lead) I look every-where for this guy…After looking for him for 20 minutes I decided to sign my self out and go to our walk in fridge to grab my leftovers from break. Guess who is in the walk in! My shift lead having sex with the hostess!
-Stacy
During my on the floor training (which i’ve recently finished), i went up to a table of two and introduced myself and my trainer. one of the people (both incredibly large women) asked my trainer “ooooh so can we spank him if he messes up?” without missing a beat my trainer responds with “that’s really up to him”…I watched them lick their lips…
-Carl
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I worked at a cheap ass little restaurant for a while, surrounded by people who thought they were superduper, but weren’t. It was a dark, dusty mediocre food place that nobody really ever went to. The cook would yell at me for nothing, make me feel stupid. A year later, I started working at an Irish pub, two doors down. This business was flourishing, and low and behold, who walks in the door at 3 AM? THAT COOK. I told him I wouldn’t serve him until he apologized, and this was how abuse of power felt on the other side. He left.
-Henry
