1) It's so busy that we look up and the restaurant is packed and everyone is served and the kitchen is closed down and we had all forgotten to put in our order for our free staff meal that we get every shift, so the owners go to call in pizzas for us, but I say I won't wait around, don't count me in, I'll just go eat something at home after we're done.
2) During that same very late period when it's like nine-thirty at night and like every seat in the restaurant is filled and we've been working for like six hours straight without a break, a (black) family comes in and decides to order take-out and wait for it outside at a patio table, and then while they're out there they accost me, and without looking at a menu, the (very picky mom lady) is like, "Can we get a pot of tea?".
And, I say we don't have pots of tea, just cups where we bring out teabags, and she's like she wants one, and the husband wants one, and then one of the kids pipes up and is like, "Can I get one," and I'm like, "Okay, three cups of tea," and then I have to establish with hem that they have already paid their bill and I need to open a separate check and close it out again for them, and that also they want the tea like for here, and not to-go.
So, when I have like twenty demands on my attention, I go run in and I go all the way to the back of the restaurant to cash out their bill and get the tea cups and set that out and the thermos too, and then I have to get some other stuff ready, and then when I ferry it all out to the front of the restaurant, I drop off the tea only to realize that I forgot the thermos, so I run in and bring that back out all the way from the back of the restaurant, and then the lady is like, "Can I have a lemon, and sugar?"
And, I'm like, "Ma'am, we don't have lemons here, but we do have limes," and I ask if they need anything else, and she's like, "We need a tea service," and I'm like, "Ma'am, you said you need sugar and I can bring you a lime, what else specifically do you need," and she's like, "We need a tea service," and that's all I hear and she can't answer my question, which I repeat, so I duck in and get the sugar holder and bring it out, and then I run all the way back to the back of the restaurant in the kitchen for a single lime slice, and then I bring it out, and she's like, "I need a spoon."
And, that just visibly sets me off, because like what the f*ck, and I'm like, "Okay, I can go get that for you, is there anything else you need," and I really want to say, "Lady, it's nine-thirty at night out on the sidewalk at a Thai restaurant in [city name removed], [state name removed], it's not Sunday at the Ritz-Carleton here," but I bite my tongue, and then when I come back, I put the spoon on the table without really stopping and then do something at the next table, and the husband just gives me a look like **I'm** the problem here, when they opened up a second bill for something that we don't really have and they don't even half the self-critical faculties to be able to describe what they want and see if it matches up with what we can even possibly give them, all for a bill of like five dollars.
And, later after they're gone, the little plastic bill holder is there, and there's two cents on top of the bill.
(Sometimes people do that as a f*ck-you, I've heard, since if you leave nothing, maybe the waiter would think you had merely forgotten to leave the tip.)
So, since I didn't want the bad energy, I just picked that little black plastic bill holder thing up, and I flung those two pennies out into the middle of the nearby street.
Like, what the f*ck was wrong with those people.
"We need a tea service."
Get over yourself, f*cking f*cked-up lady.
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