(It is a busy Saturday night. During the dinner rush, I have been dealing with a table of two 20-something year old men. The blonde one has found something to complain about every time Iâve walked by while the brown-haired one just blushes and stays quiet. Theyâve finished their meal.)
Blonde Man:Â âAre you new here?â
Me:Â âNo, sir. Iâve been a waitress here for two years and three years at [other restaurant] prior.â
Blonde Man:Â âThen you have no excuse for how terrible this service was. The salad was wilty, and the entree was way too cold, and you were nowhere to be found. Plus, this place is far too noisy; I could barely hear myself speak! Honestly, I get better service at a fast food place.â
Me:Â âIâm sorry you feel that way. While there isnât much I can do about the noise, I did offer to bring you different food before, but you said no.â
Blonde Man:Â *waves me off*Â âJust bring me the check, and try not to be so slow about it for once.â
(I go and get the check, but when I return, the brown-haired man stands up and hands me a $20 bill.)
Brown-haired Man:Â âHere, this is your tip. He wasnât going to give you one. As a former waiter myself, I thought you were doing a perfectly fine job. My food was great, and the service was fast even though youâre so busy right now.â
(He turns to his blonde companion.)
Brown-haired Man: âPeople like you made my job so much worse, especially for making us work that much harder for no tip. So thanks for the meal, but you can go ahead and delete my number because there will be no second date. And by the way,potjevleesch is supposed to be served cold, you idiot.â
(With that, he left the restaurant without his date. It made the whole night worth it, to see that blonde man speechless for once.)
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