Itâs 9:55pm on a Tuesday night
A group of 10 teenage girls come into the restaurant.
âWhat time do you guys close?â
I say, âWe close at 10:00pmâ
She replies, âtable for ten pleaseâ
A little frustrated (because Iâm not a fucking hostess/server) I seat them and inform them that a server will be with them shortly.
I have to go to the back and retrieve a server who just got her tips from the day and is packing up to go home.
â_____, we have a table of ten for you..â
She started to cry because she had been there since we OPENED that morning and hadnât seen her babies that day.
Obviously sheâs angry too, and it shows.
But sheâs still attentive to the young ladies.
They donât get up from the table until almost 11:00 and come to the front to pay.
âOur server was a bitchâ
âOur server was meanâ
âOur server didnât like usâ
âYour server just wanted to go home an hour ago,â I say.
âItâs her job, sheâs getting paid, so what?â
I let them know that sheâs worked hard today and wanted to be able to see her kids before her husband tucks them in bed.
They pay, leave no tip for her, and leave the building.
The moral of the story is that itâs not âcuteâ or âcoolâ to go to restaurants late at night right before they close.
Workers want to go home.
Workers want to see their families.
Workers want to get sleep so they can do it all over again tomorrow.
It doesnât matter if youâre rude or polite.
When we say that we close at 10:00pm, we would really like to ACTUALLY close at 10:00pm. And even if you leave RIGHT AT closing, that server still has to clean up after you.
Make sure the table is clean, make sure the floor is clean, make sure the dishes are clean and put away, make sure they have their tips, and get a manager to walk them to their car.
We donât care about your $3 tip.
We want to go home.
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