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The Tip Jar Dilema

admin — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 20:13:17 +0000

On Saturday I was at a wedding, and experienced the Tip Jar Dilemma first hand.

Every time I ordered a drink at the open bar, I would put a dollar in the tip jar, just as the bar tender was turning around. This happened for quite a few rounds, and I couldn’t let her think I was a bad tipper, so eventually I just handed her 5 dollars, and in my inebriated state of mind muttered, “This is for you, From me.”

This reminded me of the classic scene from Seinfeld when George gets banned from a Calzone shop because the cook thinks he is stealing from his tip jar.

View the video clip here.

A Cold Salad

admin — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 19:12:56 +0000

I hate to say it, but in England nearly every dissatisfied customer is female.

Last week I took two chicken and bacon salads to a 2 top table with a couple of middle aged ladies. Half an hour later (whilst I was working on bar) one of the ladies came up to the till and complained to our manager that the salad was ‘stone cold’ and that it was impossible to eat.

My manager, who had to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing, apologized and refunded their order. When I went to go and clear the plates away from their table, all of the chicken and bacon had been picked off the salad and eaten. FFS!

Submitted by: Jess

Sir, That’s the Lady’s Room

admin — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 18:13:57 +0000

I worked as a waiter in a T.G.I.Friday’s for a short time. The clientele was far from my particular cultural comfort zone, so I already felt out of place and awkward most nights. One night I was walking to one of my tables and I saw a young man about to walk into the ladies’ room. Being the kind person that I was, I stopped him.

“Sir, that’s the women’s restroom. The men’s is right around the corner there.” Then my heart sunk.

The man suddenly became a woman and stared at me as if I were trash and walked into the ladies’ room. There was no recovering. I just went back to the kitchen and prayed I wouldn’t have to see her again. Then I was told that I had a new table. I walked out to it, and there she was ready to give me one more hard stare.

I managed to get them food and out the door, but it wasn’t easy. I suppose if I had been a little older and wiser I might have had a friend take the table.