The place I work at is my first job and is a summer job to collect some money before I head down to college.
The restaurant is fairly new and right by the mall, so many mall shoppers stop by.

One night, I just had these two annoying customers. This lady complained about her sandwich. She complained about how fishy her sandwich smelled and whined about how it shouldn’t smell like fish. On and on she kept repeating in an angry tone, ”Why does my sandwich smell like fish?!?” Wow lady…I have NO idea why your TUNA FISH sandwich smells like FISH! WHY DOES A FISH SANDWICH SMELL LIKE FISH?!? This is an utter catastrophe, a tuna sandwich that SMELLS like fish!!!

I know exactly what she means…I hate when I order fish…and it smells like fish. Just like my chicken smells like chicken(EW!).

Then…this old dude walks in…I clearly ask, in plain English, ”Hello sir! How are you today? What are you getting today?” To which he responds with a low mumble, which basically sounded like gibberish.

I ask him to repeat, and he gets angry and goes on a rant, saying ”Do you speak English?!? I am so tired of these immigrants coming here and not learning ENGLISH!!! ENGLISH!! DO YOU SPEAK?!?!?”

I was SO angry…I was BORN in the U.S, I SPEAK with a common Midwestern accent! My father’s family have most likely been here longer than his!! But, I’m brown..so that makes me a no good immigrant who doesn’t speak English.
I was so angry…I wish I could throw potatoes at him and not get in trouble…

Submitted by: A Working Waitress

I found this rather entertaining the other day. I work at a chain restaurant that has both a sports bar lounge and a restaurant on the other side. The loction that I work at is located downtown, within a mall. We get a lot of skuzzy, sketchy people.

So this guy comes in off the mall and proceeds to chat up one of the regulars who’s been casually drinking at the bar all afternoon. He eventually schmoozes Gary, our regular, into buying him a beer. 20 minutes or so go buy, and this guy finishes his beer. Scott, the bartender, is working his way around the bar checking with various guests to ensure their meals are tasting good, drinks are topped up, etc.

When he comes back behind the bar, this schmoozer, proceeds to look straight at Scott and say ”this is the worst fucking service I’ve ever had. Give me another beer.” Scott: ”not after that comment, I’m not giving you another beer” Schmoozer: ”fuck you man” Scott: ”you didn’t even pay for your first beer! you begged Gary for one until he bought you one.” Schmoozer: ”you fucking Nazi, your a fucking Nazi”

Scott is absolutely livid at this point. Scott is a white caucasion, with a shaved head. Not only has he now been called a shitty server, and has been mouthed off at, now this guy is throwing around racial slurs and calling him a Nazi. It’s at this point that I actually pick up on the conflict as it’s clear hit a boiling point. Scott smashes a glass down on the bar, points to the guy and yells ”well your a fucking asshole!”

Mind you he’s very loud when he says this. There are at least 3 tables in the bar, a few other patrons playing VLT’s, myself and my manager. I’m blown away. My manager is standing right beside me as we watch this whole thing go down. Both of us, jaws dropped. I began to apoligize profusely to a customer who’s standing next to me wanting to cash in her VLT winnings. Scott and Mr. Schmoozer proceed to throw ”Fuck Yous” and ”Your an asshole” comments at one another until Scott is really mad. Like, he’s pissed. You can see the tension in his neck, his face is red. He jumped! And I mean jumped OVER the bar and proceeded to grab this guy to pull him out of the restaurant.

Thankfully no fists were thrown and mall security was called to ensure the guy didn’t come back. But fuck was that fun to watch! As much as I’d love to throw fuck you’s at a customers I’ve had in the past I’d never dare to do it for fear of losing my job.

Not only did my co-worker SCREAM fuck you’s at this guy, in front of several other patrons, he jumped the bar and nearly attacked the guy. And my manager saw everything. Once my manager got the full story from the regulars who witnessed the whole thing, Scott wasn’t repremanded in any way. Not even a take 20 and cool down.

Servers : 1

Skuzzy Patrons: 0

Submitted by: Robyn

At work Saturday night I saw this happening to a fellow server, and had to share the horribleness that was her table…

• As soon as she set their steaks down on the table, the man at the table loudly proclaimed, “No, no, no, these aren’t right. Way too bloody, we ordered Medium Rare.” First off, he didn’t even cut the steak to try it, and secondly, he ordered them Medium Rare, what did he expect?! The word rare is in the description for a reason. After the steaks were taken back to the kitchen we checked them, and they were cooked perfectly.
• At one point, my friend walked up to the table to check on them and the man said, “No, you don’t speak now, I didn’t say that you could speak.”
• In the midst of all this, another server walked by the table and looked at them to which the man shouted, “Hey, don’t you judge us!”
• Lastly, as the check was being placed on the table, the children were all shouting “Discounts! Discounts!”

The tip from this table was them finally leaving.

It makes me sick that people think it is acceptable to treat another person like this, just because they are there to serve you.

Submitted by: A Working Waitress