It’s been an incredible slow week at the restaurant I work at. I usually only work 2 days/week, but this week, I decided I would burn the candle at both ends by working 5 shifts. This has turned out to be a terrible idea. On Monday, I had only two tables before I got cut. Yesterday, I had 4 tables, but was stuck there for nearly 4 hours. Why was I stuck there? Because of the annoying people who made up the party of 11 I waited on.
At first, I was happy to get a large party seated in my section. I knew I was getting at least 18% because of the automatic gratuity I was adding to their bill. From the jump, this table was annoying. People were filtering in, two or three at a time, until an hour had passed when, finally, everyone had arrived. Of course, while people were showing up, they were moving all around, making it difficult for me to keep all the ordered properly organized and separated. When I asked them if they were going to need separate checks, one women replied, “Well, yeah?!?” This was as if to say a large group have never come in and been able able to pay the entire bill on one check. I politely asked them if they were happy with their seating arrangement so I could ensure everyone’s totals would be accurate. Again, I’m replied to with sarcasm and a bit of a snarl.
The table had their drinks, and had ordered some appetizers. After delivering the appetizer plates, then the appetizers, I was sat a table of three. My new guests seemed, to me, to be Indian. It was difficult for me to understand what they were saying, which led to me needing them to repeat everything. Along with the language barrier, they insisted on ordering everything right then and there. This process took what seemed to be somewhere between 5-10 minutes.
Upon returning to my large party, A woman said, rather loudly and with disgust, “Finally!” It really took every gram of patience and tolerance in my body not to stoop to her level and reply with something smart or, at the least, an angry facial expression. The best I could do was fake this bitch out by looking at her, then taking everyone else’s order. Oh, and when it was time for everyone to order, no one knew what they wanted. About 15 minutes later, I Finally got all the orders taken.
To put the icing on the cake, when I dropped the checks, this asshole had to be a loud-mouth and encourage everyone to not add any extra gratuity because there was already 18% gratuity added to the check.
"Finally.",
100% right here….blacks, or u work in ms or southeast and it was a table of nascar watchers. guarenteed. and dont lie
Some people are too stupid to breathe, let alone go out to eat. Large parties, like any table, are a crapshoot. You have a 50/50 shot of either walking away with a nice chunk of cash or a feeling of disgust & that the table just wasted your time. I really do mean it when I say “been there, done that”!
“Dumbass, party of 12. Yeah, we can’t do simple math, so we’re going to bog you down by making you split up the bill 47 different ways. Oh, and by the way, I’m with him and her, those two are together, seats 9 and 4 are by themselves… Wait, I only had two appetizers! Why is it taking so long to pay?!”