Ok, I have a beef with on customer in particular, and her horrible child.
These customers come in every other fucking day, and the management treat them like GODS. 
Dumb bitch sits down with her fat kid in a Karate uniform. The bitch is older, late fifties I would imagine, and she has not aged well. She throws reddish dye on naturally brown hair which is turning gray, and she is dripping with ugly jewelry. The kid is shockingly obese for a ten year old, and is somehow wearing a black belt…Bruce Lee is turning in his grave.
The woman orders the cheapest wine on the menu, and then complains about how bad it is…she will order it again tomorrow of course. Every time I walk by the table, the bitch yells out for something. The child is silent however, eyes buried in a NINTENDO DS. At times, she will yell for me WHILE I AM TAKING THE ORDER OF ANOTHER CUSTOMER. She has never tipped above 10%… Management won’t let me say anything to her…But GOD I fight the urge every time I see her and her ridiculous child.
Her son always orders a kid’s Mac & Cheese and a milk. Mom routinely shouts out “Nonfat!”. The kid is going to Karate classes obviously to lose weight at the scheme of his mother. She fucks it up every night though by taking him out for Carb/dairy heavy pasta.
Awful!
The Stupid Old Bitch with the Fat Karate Kid,
Obviously you people are just unintelligent low lifes that have no vocabulary skills and will probably work your useless jobs til death. Learn some new words, read a dictionary, maybe read a book. I don’t feel bad for you when all you want to do is curse up and down the page. Get a life, get an education.. but then again I doubt you’d want to better yourself in any way.
What bullshit. I’ve put up with a lot of crap from guests, but I’ll be damned if I’d let that old bitch interrupt me if I were assisting another table. I’d have chewed her up and spit her and her fat ass kid out. I could care less if I forfeit a tip; I don’t put up with that shit. I remember one busy Friday night I had a table of no-class bitches yelling “Yo” and “Hey” at the staff with every passing. Finally, while I was with another table, one of the bitches yelled “yo yo yo”. I looked at her and put my hand up as if to say “wait”. She copped an attitude with me when I got to the table, but I dished it right back, telling her that she could have waited until I was finished with my other guest; there was no reason to interrupt.
So it appears that intelligence, age, weight, gender and martial art are all causal factors linked to low tips. Fascinating.
Sounds like a nightmare. Pasta and cheese is definitely not the way to go if you want to lose weight. I especially hate it when customers hollar for you when you’re busy with other customers….especially when you’re taking an order.
Stay strong my friend, stay strong.