2009 July | Server Nightmares - Bad Tipping and Rude Customer Stories - Part 2

Everyone Loves Rednecks

On July 16, 2009, in Bad Tip, Stories, by admin

I had a table of 2 redneck men the other day, as most of us all know these are the tables that usually drive you crazy. They both order steaks with steamed vegeatables and mushrooms on the steak. The meal gets to the table and one of the men yells for about 5 minutes about not getting a roll with his meal, apparently he has always gotten one every time he has eaten here.

Our restaurant does not have rolls and never has! The other man then complains that he did not get enough mushrooms on his steak! the mushrooms cost 99cents and there were actually more than usual on the steak, He yelled that he refused to pay for the mushrooms and 5 dollars was too much to pay for the mushrooms (which were 99cnts). 70 dollar bill and no tip.

Submitted by: TY

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Late Customers and a Bad Tip

On July 15, 2009, in Bad Tip, Stories, by admin

I was working the closing shift one evening, and about 5 minutes before close a couple walked in and requested a table. Of course this is a defeating blow to any server’s moral, but I figured I might as well make the best of it and make a few extra bucks.

They proceeded to order full meals, act quite rude and then sit around for an extra 45 minutes after their meal.

My reward was a $3 tip on a $40 check.

What a life.

Submitted by: Samantha from PA

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Groped by Customer

On July 9, 2009, in Stories, by admin

It was my first week of working at a new restaurant, even though I’ve been in the industry for five years. I was walking behind another server and carrying about ten drinks on a tray. The server I’m walking behind (also our bartender that day) stops abruptly, I step back so as not to run into him, and ONE of the lemonades I was carrying tipped over.

Didn’t drop the glass, only spilled on myself and the tray, blah blah. The guest at the table next to me – about 45, business man, suit and tie, grey hair – proceeds to JUMP UP from his table and start GRABBING AT MY CHEST. No napkins, no nothing. Just saying, “Here, honey, let me help you with that!” While I’m telling him, “No thanks, I’ve got it, I’m fine.”

I go drop the drinks off at my table and pass his table again on the way back to the bar. He and his friends are laughing. The best part? The bartender was doubled over at the bar, laughing too hard to say anything except “That guy totally almost got to third base with you!”

God I hate people.

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