Rude Awakings

Pretty bad the tree has an attitude too. Think Mother Nature is trying to tell us something?

I just had a really rude experience. The heighth of stupidity in my opinion. These ladies came into the restaurant. Had a cutie of a boy that was a definate handful. When I see parents with unruley children I do my best to entertain them in a way that calms them down. Personally I wouldn't want to be sitting next to a screaming child on my hour long lunch break. I remember working in an office. If I had wanted to listen to whining children then, I would have stayed in the office. The ladies automatically determine that they don't care I have five other tables besides them and demand all of my attention. To complete the round up, they proceed to talk to me as if I am a simplton. Get real. I do have to read and write and have excellent memory skills, as well as consolidation skills, in order to be a server. Multi-tasking is a MUST!

I stand there and politely try to take their order. Patiently even. I can see my other tables out of the corner of my eye. Two of them are looking at me. That means they need something. But for the life of me, I cannot get away from these women. They repeat their order three times. Even after I have repeated it back to them. They want the most annoying time consuming things. Example, one lady wants two drinks, both in to go cups. I mean come on. Have a little faith in your server. They can't always get refills out immediately, but four drinks for two women is rediculous.

After spending damn near six minutes, just taking an order for two.. count em.. two people. Two people who spoke to me like I was stupid and incompetent. I can tell my other tables are exasperated. They were not close enough to hear the conversation. To them, I am sure I appear a chatty Kathy. I promise to be back with all of their requests and head off towards the kitchen to fill such orders. I am walking out of the back, carrying everything. I have no choice. All of the other servers are busy, so unable to help. And these ladies put me so far behind. Just my luck though. To Go glasses do not like to be put on trays. Those damn cups knocked over every single thing I was carrying. I was soaked from my shoulders down. My apron was filled with ice, tea and coke. I almost screamed. Instead, I approached the hostess. I told her to memorize their faces. Because if I ever have to wait on them again I will walk out. Flat. Told my boss that as well. I do demand a certain amount of respect.

The whole restaurant heard the crash. Six glasses, two bread boards and a frustrated growl tends to turn all eyes your way. Yippie!!! Nothing like putting on a show for strangers. It must be what a stripper feels like when her g-string breaks and she full frontal moons everyone. I am sure her tips increase with her accident, where as mine decrease.

Maybe I should wear a breakaway g-string. Nah.. I work in a family restaurant after all.