If you order two waters with lemon and immediately ask what our specials are and when you can have some of the complimentary rolls, you’re gonna have a bad time. Speaking of the rolls, they are complimentary. NOT A MEAL.
-Katie
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If you order two waters with lemon and immediately ask what our specials are and when you can have some of the complimentary rolls, you’re gonna have a bad time. Speaking of the rolls, they are complimentary. NOT A MEAL.
-Katie
I’m about to cut loose up in this bitch. Long winded rant coming on…One thing I can’t stand is when someone asks me for something, then when I come back, they want something else….and again, something else when I come back with extra item #2. Either that, or someone else at the table wants something after I’ve made 2 trips for person #1. They go: “HAHAHA SORRY..” No, you fat, vapid dinosaur. You’re not sorry. You want your pina colada sauce, and don’t care who else has to wait because you all couldn’t figure out everything you wanted the first time. I don’t care if I have to write down 5 things if it means I can do it all in one goddamn trip. The first trip is no problem. Trip #2 is strike 1, and asking me for a third thing right as I bring back #2 is strikes 2 and 3. You’re waiting for whatever the fuck it is now, because GASP!! I HAVE OTHER CUSTOMERS IN MY SECTION BESIDES YOU.
-Ben
This stellar human being handed me the check presenter with exact change and said to my face “sorry chief I am to broke to tip you.”
-Tommy
Can someone please explain the physics of dropping a ramekin and it EXPLODING like a grenade? Seriously there could barley be any ranch in that sucker and if dropped there will be ranch on the ceiling!
-Brandon
Old Lady with severe dementia comes in with her family. As I am pre-bussing she proclaims that she has to use the restroom. However, she had already began to go. Diarrhea all over the seat and trailing through the dining room. We had to open the emergency exit to let guests leave. I felt so bad for the busser who had to clean it up! I tipped him extra that night!
-Rachel
Definitely caught a lady at my table giving her man a hand-job.
-Alex
Me: “Hey, how are you doing this evening?”
Customer: “Bud Light”
I’ve never felt “Bud Light” before, but it doesn’t sound pleasant.
-Tom
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
I’ve learned that some people think they are being discreet with sex in public, but really they’re just drunk and oblivious. I’ve also learned that there are others that simply do not give a shit, and will blatantly fuck anywhere.
One time there was an older couple, sitting at the bar, off in a corner by the wall. He looked really sleepy, and she was shaking a little bit and they weren’t talking much. At first I didn’t realize what was going on, and I thought they were just awkward as hell. Nope. Dude was getting a handy under the bar, and an extremely weird one apparently. He was just sitting there, head rolling around looking tired, while she furiously manhandled him, while trying to look around and play it cool.
I confront them: ”Hey folks, how you doing there? Can I get you anything? So where you from? Locals? Here on vacation? How do ya like it so far? When I approached they freaked out a little bit, and sat there looking at me, trying to make a coherent sentence. Eventually I told them, ”You may want to save that for later, we have cameras in here.”Lady looks embarrassed, and the guy says, “Dude I was almost done” Gross
-Brace
The restaurant I work at forces us girls to wear spandex shorts. today a very very drunk man was apparently looking at my ass the entire time he was there. He stops me on the way to the bar and says, “hey hey I….just gots to say…gurl dyamm..dat asss…i mean your buttcheeks….shoot ah….you got some powerful looking buttcheeks ma’am…keep it up.” dude wtf does that mean!? Powerful looking buttcheeks? Should I be sad?
-Alexis