Now I’m not talking about the traditional plastics of Barbie dolls; tall, blonde, skinny, sun-baked and incredibly attractive and as dull as a butter knife in terms of intelligence. I’m talking about a much more different breed of plastic, the men and women who act highly in front a crowd of friends but inside know that what they spew is all garbage.
Today was a rather slow day, to be expected on a rainy day. Skip the details on side-jobs and all the sexual harassment done in the first 2 hours and it suddenly is 6 in the evening. Enter a party of 12 women, celebrating a friends birthday.
Happy Hour is still active and the party decided to get nothing other than the cheap stuff, not surprising but still not what I’d expect from someone celebrating their birth. Long story short their bill goes up to $270 and a tip no more than $40.
I love cheap stuff as much as the next guy but the fact is they weren’t talking about “cheap” stuff and instead decided to talk about where they plan to travel next, what the new dress they bought is, and all other things that made it seem they had the money when they specifically ask the waiter if doing something would cost extra and when I tell them that adding cream cheese on their roll will cost an extra dollar they decide to get something else. Don’t pretend, act within your means and maybe I’ll start respecting you and treating you better. I have customers who I know could barely afford to eat out and let alone tip and I even see them tip me because they know that this is a job for me, they respect me so in turn I respect them.
I’m just ranting because I had to clean up quite a good amount of shit for a tip that didn’t touch enough.
I’m exhausted and I haven’t eaten anything all day… Thank god I have a box of Girl Scout cookies, Thin Mints to be exact.
Time to kick back and gain weight… as I watch Ides of March.
Your waiter today.