carrying guilt

I Spit In People’s Food

The following was submitted by “Marlene”. Marlene decided she would use this site as share a skeleton from her closet and I am flattered. Apparently, Marlene made some poor decisions when she was a waitress. I don’t want to steal too much thunder from this very interesting read that Marlene wrote. I do want to ask you all to share your thoughts about this story.  Personally, I have never had an article on this site drum up more emotions. I’m feeling quite unsettled. I don’t like thinking people are capable of doing this.

I don’t think many people are going to like what I’m about to share. And, maybe this perceived outrage is why I haven’t shared this story with anyone outside of my former workplace. I’m really sorry.

Back when I was a teenager and into my young adult years, I worked at a chain restaurant. The only details I’ll give you of the restaurant is that it had an all you can eat salad bar as well as menu items. I worked there for 6 years during the mid to late 1990’s. What fellow coworkers and I used to do there has haunted me for 15 or so years. We had, on many occasions, spit in the food of people who were a habitual nuisance. Some people took things even further. Usually at the request of a server, cooks would puposely under cook people’s food. It was bad.

I don’t remember exactly how it started. I was young and easily influenced by other people. Once a few coworkers told me that’s what they did to people who deserved it, I hopped on board. I was 15 when I started working there. During my high school years, I was a hostess. During 3 years following my high school graduation, I was a server. The place wasn’t always a dump, but towards the end of my employment there, it was pretty bad. From ages 18-21, I was a lost, angry soul.

Some sort of twisted revenge was how I justified spitting in people’s food. There were some royal assholes who would come in there. Every week, sometimes multiple times each week, I would have to deal with the same jerks. Most of the time, they were grumpy old people who complained about everything. Some of the time, it would be a creepy guy or someone’s bitchy girlfriend or wife. There was even a time when the man I wanted to be with started bringing his wife in with him to eat. He thought I was a fling. He thought I was okay with that. I wasn’t okay with sleeping with a guy who had a wife. I wanted him to myself. I would take my anger out on his wife by spitting in her food.

I don’t know if this is going to make me feel any better, but I needed to get this off my chest. It’s embarrassing and disgusting. I’m aware and I’m sorry.


  1. Goldi272

    Wow, it’s bold of you to even admit your actions; albeit disgusting, I give you credit for your honesty.

    In the 25+ years I’ve worked in the service industry, I have NEVER had the guts to tamper with ANYONE’s food, even with rude, shitty customers, while tempting, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Then one night at work, I realized why I couldn’t.

    Many years ago I worked at a little family-owned Italian place (checkered tablecloths, candles in the Chianti bottle centerpieces), a very quaint place for a romantic evening. Almost every Saturday night, like clockwork, this pimped out redneck asshole with his obnoxiously big cowboy hat & flashy belt buckle (clearly he was making up for something he DIDN’T have), would bring his punching bag, mute girlfriend in for dinner. I cringed every time these shitbags showed up, and every week it was the same thing; and he did all the talking (I thought if she ever opened her mouth he would back-hand her); Chianti for her, Bud Light for him, Caesar salad split, lasagna split, full garlic bread loaf & split cannoli. Check was always $38 or so, always left a FIFTY-CENT tip. This particular Saturday night, I wasn’t feeling well but needed to tough out my shift to make enough to pay a bill I owed, and as usual, the peckerless beanpole in the hat walked in with his EVERLAST companion & sat in my section. “I’m not dealing with his bullshit tonight”, I told the hostess, so “Sonya” was given the table, knowing what I endure every weekend w/them. Of course she intentionally gave them the shittiest service EVER (what does she have to lose, 50 cents, right?), long waits for everything & before entrée went out, she grabbed a spoon & expelled a fresh hock of spit into it. I was close to vomiting everywhere when I saw her stir it into the casserole dish ready to serve to the couple from hell. I had no heart to walk near the table nor look their direction, because I already knew what their meal consisted of. She laughed, and while the twisted side of me could have laughed based on how they’ve treated me, I couldn’t bring myself to see the humor in Sonya’s actions. Sometimes “revenge” isn’t as “sweet” as one would think. Naturally they STIFFED Sonya & she showed me the near cleaned lasagna dish from the table & I think at that point I made a run for the bathroom in a panicked state of nausea.

    Let me add and emphasize that I don’t agree with anyone who does this, and if you do, you’re a heartless piece of garbage. Sorry for the long story; while I have never altered anyone’s food, I’ve seen it done, so anyone attempting to get bitchy with service staff, take notes; this is a customer’s worst nightmare come true, so please don’t piss off your server, or you may wind up with an “extra” ingredient in your dish!

  2. I don’t agree with tampering with peoples’ food like that, but I do understand you were young and dumb and it’s interesting to see an actual account and opinion of it, rather than a Hollywood portrayal like Waiting.

    The only thing I really took issue with was spitting in the wife’s food! She wasn’t the bad guy there, he was and I wouldn’t blame you for spitting in his.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You can add images to your comment by clicking here.